All These Things

By Three Fish

On The Quiet Table

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The sun is damning, please let go

Not with the memory, it'll drag you down below

Jump at his dancers, out on the ledge, can't feel the edges

Love dragged all her friends inside

Was a melody she lifted by the wall

Jogged through the memories traded for the hollow pillow

Innocent Christians no joy for love

No eyes were hoping until love without words

Like a river to the ocean, like a drop of rain, like a weeping willow

Tears falling from her wings

That's all these things

Your eyes are smiling, your mouth is crying

Your eyes like poets, open up every cruel door

Jump at his dancers, for something that seems so twisted

Undone but this December

Now she can call it her own

I don't want to be a lover, don't want to need it before you

Not as a lover

She's lying in the dark

Just like a machine

She's lying in the dark

Now it's only trouble, tears falling from her wings