Care Songtext
von Have/Hold

Sun-setter reads like a map
Disconcerting
Moth in a wind tunnel, hat
Not a halo
Lump in her throat on the phone
"They can′t make me!"
Paint in her veins, coloured bones are aching

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I wrote lists as a whisper crossed her lips
She said "Fuck the destination;
We've got tickets and a station, don′t we?"
Heavy truth. We both calmly crossed the room
She said "History's a moot point now that I am here with you
We're leaving"

She makes decisions like a bonfire
And fills our house with coloured smoke
I love her like a limb
She gives back time to physics, hear you

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