Sweep Lyrics

Sweep lyrics

The floor you walk on is smooth. There is no ground there.



Magic begins with blood. Outside, there are trees,



With concrete under their roots. But I have passed the tombs of kings,



Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings.



I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash.



My fingertips opening, accepting my time.







The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes



For me, I'm your sorrow



Calling in your dreams



For me, I'm your shadow



Howling in the streets







Tomorrow, I will walk the streets



And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes



Will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave.



When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see,



I see a semi-circle of teeth.







The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes



For me, I'm your sorrow



Calling in your dreams



For me, I'm your shadow



Howling in the streets