Blue Foundation 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