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lyrics
which side of the coin
would carry the burden
believing that love was
undeniably certain
confined to the wake of divine
divided in darkness a sign
signified blood lines and knowers of thine
all sinners dowsing
the fleeting fault line
she’s all daisies and basil and fragrance
the last perfect puzzle piece I’m placing adjacent
I gaze in her eyes with those hazel striations
surprised how she flies in the face of creation
our lips graze and the entire skies ionized
our nets catch all the falling stars and fireflies
if she’s the deep sea then I’ll be old Ironsides
steer me to the rocks yea I need to hear the sirens cries
lives align
echos refined
in a helix
a magnet
two snakes entwine
I could walk on water
I could walk on fire
I could walk on air
I couldn’t get no higher
I could walk the earth
until I'm old and tired
if that’s what it takes to find her
(as long as i can do it beside her)
cause I’m her shadow on the wall
I’m her echo down the hall
I’m her reflection in a lake
I’m every impression that she makes
I’m the voices in her head
I’m the snake skin that she shed
I’m her foot prints in the snow
I follow her anywhere she goes
even hell below
which promise would leave
in despair the naive
who’d let their whole world
be distilled to a dream
confined to the whim of desire
worthy the chance it requires
for never to have held a fraction its prize
would leave eternity empty inside
she’s all danger and brazen temptation
a strange purple haze made of paisley and patience
a vague violet veil masquerading what’s vacant
a void hollow space that a heart used to hang in
he makes moves through the gloom & the grief like a thief
always doomed to pursue what retreats, on repeat
so chase the gazelle ain’t no breaking the spell
till the snake gets his tail in his beautiful teeth
I could walk on water
I could walk on fire
I could walk on air
and couldn’t get no higher
I could walk the earth
until I’m old and tired
if that’s what it takes to find her
(as long as I can do it beside her)
cause I’m her shadow on the wall
I’m her echo in down hall
I’m her reflection in a lake
I’m every impression that she makes
I’m the voices in her head
I’m the snake skin that she shed
I’m her foot prints in the snow
I follow her anywhere she goes
even hell below
even hell below
had I had my own
I wouldn’t even ask for another
had I had my own
Matt Black, who records as Peace to Mateo, specializes in trippy, miragelike songs that could be categorized as “sci-fi funk.” Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 2, 2018