Tendrils Songtext
von Paper Beat Scissors

Old rages blocking all the halls,
hide inside walls, decided to go
Calm silence, don′t pick apart its source:
make it up, or just put it aside

Dawn find us sleeping upside down,
find your sense or hold it, you watched it unfold
Phrase tendrils, creeping for a hold:
The steely-grey glow of your eyes

But by night I'm silenced and still –
can you make yourself feel unkind?
You cry out war when you see
that we all have come freely alone


Know brightness, but misinterpret words,
deflect us from the sight of you drenched and afraid
Fight in the sourness that pools around the brain
It′s an offering, an offering, an offering again

Sealed inside each verse, up above my words,
you've a sense, I'm sure, that′s as true as any
For the times I′ve tried, but didn't make the connection,
and I′m left to feel if I was you, I'd lie

If I was you I′d lie

Old judgment, picking apart your eyes,
fooled by the scope, pulled as rope.
Old judgment picks apart your eyes.
We barely are truthful to us