A Clown And His Pipe-Hands Like Houses

[ti:A Clown and His Pipe] [ar:Hands Like Houses] [al:Ground Dweller] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]A Clown And His Pipe - Hands Like Houses [00:00.72]There's better ways for us to waste our days [00:05.35] [00:06.08]Than returning stares that we borrowed for too long [00:09.18] [00:09.76]For too long swallowed up by an empty page [00:13.01] [00:26.15]What starvation feeds you devourer [00:28.48] [00:29.02]Of the words of a thousand authors and poets alike [00:33.51]Wells have emptied to whet your thirst [00:36.34]So I'll shake out to the last a drop of fluency [00:39.52]To carve ink into these precious words [00:44.32]To dedicate a thought in desperation [00:48.70]We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue [00:53.83] [00:54.89]Drawn beneath our blunt remarks [00:57.41] [00:59.11]Fashioned from all of our meaningless change [01:01.94] [01:03.51]What would it take to pry these ragged teeth to [01:06.05]Tear these jaws apart [01:08.19]What would it prove to wrench them from my heels to [01:10.91]Shed them from my heart [01:12.52] [01:16.01]Swallowing swords sharpened by turning cheeks between blows [01:19.83] [01:20.78]I feel this is better left a performers art [01:23.69]It's a narrow throat that keeps a razor's edge [01:26.05]From the heart [01:27.45] [01:33.13]I'd rather not speak in tongues [01:34.83] [01:35.99]But I'll take every breath I'll make every breath a [01:42.29]Piper charming flames [01:43.26] [01:45.25]Singing and dancing out from their smouldering bed [01:49.30] [01:50.73]We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue [01:55.26] [01:56.64]Drawn beneath our blunt remarks [01:59.12] [02:00.62]Fashioned from all of our meaningless change [02:04.07] [02:04.91]What would it take to pry these ragged teeth to [02:08.35]Tear these jaws apart [02:09.44] [02:10.17]What would it prove to wrench them from my heels to [02:13.16]Shed them from my heart [02:14.09] [02:20.39]Swallow the pen devour the sword [02:24.62] [02:26.58]Inhale the proverbs whole [02:28.96] [02:32.18]Spinning on static gouged before the peak [02:34.71] [02:36.06]In this chaos of frequencies it's so hard to speak [02:41.60] [02:46.25]This noise is nameless [02:47.51] [02:48.92]Stumbling like a beggar [02:50.39] [02:52.05]Desperate for some kind of change [02:53.98] [02:55.43]We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue [02:59.59] [03:01.15]Drawn beneath our blunt remarks [03:03.28] [03:05.32]Fashioned from all of our meaningless change [03:08.41] [03:09.21]What would it take to pry these ragged teeth to [03:13.01]Tear these jaws apart [03:13.97] [03:14.57]What would it prove to wrench them from my heels to [03:17.32]Shed them from my heart