You're an old flickering heart
At times all in the dark
And everything that you do
Is an attempt to restart and it's
One hell of a waste of space taken up in your chest
Pumps blood through your veins to make one hell of a mess
And you're calling it shitty
And I'm calling it art
Oh darling you're pretty
When you're falling apart, know I'm partly obsessed
With the snap of the branch and the crack in the glass and the scratch on your back
Tell me please oh tell me now
Just where should I sweep all this mess
Cause I been trying to hide it all
Where no one will see it again
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
You're a broken down car
With rusting old frame oh so brittle it
Dissolves like you ashed your cigar it gets
Shorter by the second
In love with it's flame
So gorgeously creeping at your neck with a blade
It's an awfully prominent
Thought in my head
You're awfully perfect
When you're causing a wreck
My dear you're a wreck
Bout as clear as it gets
Got no metaphors left to present it in a dress
Tell me please oh tell me now
Just where should I sweep all this mess
Cause I been trying to hide it all
Where no one will see it again
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
You're an old flickering heart
And I'm gonna rip it apart
And devour it all piece by piece
Till there's nothing but strings left
Tattered and torn, mangled up, the four chambers
Only ate three and left one for for the worms to feed on, birds to peck at
Dispose of the rest like an old cigarette pack
Left on the street like a dead man
Flies swarmed like children to sweets steaming fresh off the bread pan
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
Willows Young Crow - Flickering Heart Lyrics
Willows Young Crow - Flickering Heart Lyrics
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You're an old flickering heart
At times all in the dark
And everything that you do
Is an attempt to restart and it's
One hell of a waste of space taken up in your chest
Pumps blood through your veins to make one hell of a mess
And you're calling it shitty
And I'm calling it art
Oh darling you're pretty
When you're falling apart, know I'm partly obsessed
With the snap of the branch and the crack in the glass and the scratch on your back
Tell me please oh tell me now
Just where should I sweep all this mess
Cause I been trying to hide it all
Where no one will see it again
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
You're a broken down car
With rusting old frame oh so brittle it
Dissolves like you ashed your cigar it gets
Shorter by the second
In love with it's flame
So gorgeously creeping at your neck with a blade
It's an awfully prominent
Thought in my head
You're awfully perfect
When you're causing a wreck
My dear you're a wreck
Bout as clear as it gets
Got no metaphors left to present it in a dress
Tell me please oh tell me now
Just where should I sweep all this mess
Cause I been trying to hide it all
Where no one will see it again
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
You're an old flickering heart
And I'm gonna rip it apart
And devour it all piece by piece
Till there's nothing but strings left
Tattered and torn, mangled up, the four chambers
Only ate three and left one for for the worms to feed on, birds to peck at
Dispose of the rest like an old cigarette pack
Left on the street like a dead man
Flies swarmed like children to sweets steaming fresh off the bread pan
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
At times all in the dark
And everything that you do
Is an attempt to restart and it's
One hell of a waste of space taken up in your chest
Pumps blood through your veins to make one hell of a mess
And you're calling it shitty
And I'm calling it art
Oh darling you're pretty
When you're falling apart, know I'm partly obsessed
With the snap of the branch and the crack in the glass and the scratch on your back
Tell me please oh tell me now
Just where should I sweep all this mess
Cause I been trying to hide it all
Where no one will see it again
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
You're a broken down car
With rusting old frame oh so brittle it
Dissolves like you ashed your cigar it gets
Shorter by the second
In love with it's flame
So gorgeously creeping at your neck with a blade
It's an awfully prominent
Thought in my head
You're awfully perfect
When you're causing a wreck
My dear you're a wreck
Bout as clear as it gets
Got no metaphors left to present it in a dress
Tell me please oh tell me now
Just where should I sweep all this mess
Cause I been trying to hide it all
Where no one will see it again
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
You're an old flickering heart
And I'm gonna rip it apart
And devour it all piece by piece
Till there's nothing but strings left
Tattered and torn, mangled up, the four chambers
Only ate three and left one for for the worms to feed on, birds to peck at
Dispose of the rest like an old cigarette pack
Left on the street like a dead man
Flies swarmed like children to sweets steaming fresh off the bread pan
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
If you could see me now
You'd realize just what you missed out on dear
Cause I'm made out of clouds
And you're digging holes in the ground
Writer: Kenzo Tillitt
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