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Between Us Sinners

from The Festival Of Lights by Wayfarer State

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Between Us Sinners

Everything is for sale, between us sinners
If you carry a cross, you must have splinters
You must have some twisted story to tell
In all your travels, did you make it to hell?
The moon blooms in my hand and it folds like this
Its either destiny or its darkness
Name your price for one last kiss
A thick fog or a thick mist
When you open your eyes, what do you see?
Wild flowers? Or haunted trees?
Tall dark woman with eyes like a snake
While I was sleeping, what did you take?
What is this sound? the buzz in my ear?
Why when I stand in the light is my mind clear?
I’ve lost the directions, I couldn’t get home
If you weren’t with me, I’d be all alone
I’d be foolish to fall asleep again
If it’s not virtue, it must be sin
It must be tall, dark, just like everything
But it goes away when I start to sing

It’s a creek in the floor, it makes wind blow
It curls and curdles and comes with the crows
It shakes the mountains, from the base of the trees
She told me this secret while she was on her knees
It was wretched and filthy and whats worse
Is that before I left, I stole her purse
Her purse was filled with all manner of sin
Pills, powder, needles and gin
Rolling tobacco, filters and Rizla
A little black book full of misters
There was mascara and mace and of course a mirror
Where she works, if she screamed, who would hear her?
A black pocket knife, a thick roll of cash
Small tin foil with a bar of broken hash
My wrist watch, which she stole while I was on the can
A plastic blue lighter with some loose change
There were Euro coins, nickels, Korean won
A business card from a business man in Taiwan
The patron Saint Michael might have protected your soul
But you cashed it, just like you cashed this bowl
Everything is for sale, between us sinners
If you carry a cross, you must have splinters
You must have some twisted story to tell
In all your travels, did you make it to hell?

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from The Festival Of Lights, track released February 1, 2012

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