Season's Rest Songtext
von Paper Beat Scissors

All out for season′s rest,
tired limbs, back, sinking chest
The promise:
You won't fight a harder season

Bleed slower than you′d think,
it dries before we meet
You'll wait for me, this time,
this time you'll wait, this...

The last light hugs the trees
and brings a sense of ease.
The brakes won′t work for any reason you′d say

Lean on some fireless eyes,
they'll slake the need, you′ve reached
the point where you would call another number.


But no, don't

The thorn slips in your side,
but no-one entertained the least thought
you would pull it out so quickly
Keep on for all you′re worth,
too weak, too cold to work
The sinking light brings all the flies around me

Called out for you,
some tearless face
All light, no space.
Don't move, you fool

Kindness takes the sting from falling where you shouldn′t
Glory reaches ages where the others wouldn't

So pile them up, pry them out where the orders lead them
The slack yanked tight trips out the lights, now we're all equal