At the Base of the Giant's Throat-Battle Of Mice

At the Base of the Giant's Throat - Battle Of Mice Skyscrapers left in shade The numbers add up to your chest Nightmares cling to strange walls The sun will see you now—its the next day Speaking through squares Hiding faces strange and bright Arrest near your neck before You can hear leaves breathe Just listen Just listen Stolen leaves cemented in A quiet place where Plymouths ring Curtains fall and bruises form But you can hear leaves Breathe if you just listen Little wings play down the street Our faces squeezed in glass and tin Inanimate objects snatch at your skin But you can hear leaves breathe if you just listen One hand on your neck While the other fumbles through Broken exchanges in back rooms You thin skin Wave oceans aside I made space in my night Resolves to turn it into lines Your fingers must get tired And drones make you wild Why dont you wear Your sleepless smile Pointed at me for a while Smoke around the giants neck That makes clouds turn red Tell me where have you been A day where clouds Turn to fray Wings of smoke lines The sleepless snatching thin skin seas There is no sheets unclean No smiles no night why All crashing screams the sheets [Wave oceans aside] Unclean you make me grave its your own design [I made space in my night] Wave oceans aside I made space in my night Snatching skin and thin skin No sheets unclean and no sheets Unclean no smile Makes you wild Youre on no streets Unclean no sheets Unclean and smiles at Wave oceans aside I made space in my night night Now you own the sleepless snatching thin skin seas