Matt Pond Pa The Butcher Lyrics

The Butcher Lyrics

Open up till midnight

The butcher waits for someone's desperation

That goes beyond control

Speaking is an invitation



Under fluorescent lights

You can't wash out his desire

Where bodies are indecent

And they are not in decline



From behind the counter he thought

You whispered, you want more



Cut out the brights of the oncoming cars on the highway

Lightness is forced when you cut out the lines in the paper

Cut the split seconds

The ones over filled



When you thought you were caught with unknowable thrills

Instead you get absence

Soft haze in the face

The lines in your head, have to all be replaced



Cleave the dry stone to a promise

That an answer soon will follow

Grave attention is still focused

On the flashlight and the cold fortune



Down the streets on prospects

The butcher walks home

Orange in the streetlights

Even knows it in the dark

Proves it with his eyes closed



He puts his red coat, downstairs

Goes up into his bedroom

Undresses and folds his arms

As if it could impress you



From under the covers he thought

You whispered, you want more