Josh Eastman - Cold Tiles Lyrics

Let it run cold
Each drop from the chrome
Let it spill into your soil
In hopes that you'll grow
These fragments will show
If you'd bloom, or if you'd spoil

Gripping at my spine from both sides
Estuary pools and cold tiles
Tasteless to the finest wine
Bathing off the streaks of bloodlines
Welcoming a flood, I'll stay dry
Sediment remains behind

Let it run cold
Each drop from the chrome
Let it spill into your soil
Cotton clinging to skin
Staining sheer, sinking in
Dampened weight of what has been

Gripping at my spine from both sides
Estuary pools and cold tiles
Tasteless to the finest wine
Bathing off the streaks of bloodlines
Welcoming a flood, I'll stay dry
Sediment remains behind

Gripping at my spine from both sides
Estuary pools and cold tiles
Tasteless to the finest wine
Bathing off the streaks of bloodlines
Welcoming a flood, I'll stay dry
Sediment remains behind

Shivering and static at the same time
Wilting like the remnants of a grapevine
Spilling inconsistent to the drainpipe
Shivering and static at the same time
Wilting like the remnants of a grapevine
Spilling inconsistent to the drainpipe
Shivering and static at the same time
Wilting like the remnants of a grapevine
Spilling inconsistent to the drainpipe
Shivering and static at the same time
Wilting like the remnants of a grapevine
Spilling inconsistent to the drainpipe
Shivering and static at the same time
Wilting like the remnants of a grapevine
Spilling inconsistent to the drainpipe