The leaves hang limp
And motionless
And the hairs on my arm
Rest against my skin
Unmoved
The whispering wind
Of a moment ago
They are still for now
They are still just now
And in the silence
I swear to God
I can hear the sounds
Of the interstate
Unmoved
The soft shell
I ate somedays ago
Was fried and battered
Soggy and compromised
Now I carry a basket
Of exoskeletons
Down the road I'm on
Unmoved
Dirty Projectors - Unmoved Lyrics
Dirty Projectors - Unmoved Lyrics
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The leaves hang limp
And motionless
And the hairs on my arm
Rest against my skin
Unmoved
The whispering wind
Of a moment ago
They are still for now
They are still just now
And in the silence
I swear to God
I can hear the sounds
Of the interstate
Unmoved
The soft shell
I ate somedays ago
Was fried and battered
Soggy and compromised
Now I carry a basket
Of exoskeletons
Down the road I'm on
Unmoved
And motionless
And the hairs on my arm
Rest against my skin
Unmoved
The whispering wind
Of a moment ago
They are still for now
They are still just now
And in the silence
I swear to God
I can hear the sounds
Of the interstate
Unmoved
The soft shell
I ate somedays ago
Was fried and battered
Soggy and compromised
Now I carry a basket
Of exoskeletons
Down the road I'm on
Unmoved
Writer: DAVID LONGSTRETH
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Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY