Ascend - Evaline

Classical is not so subliminal

What are you on about?

Flesh down to your nerve as you ail

What are you on about?

I could love you all the time I could argue

on and on and

Glass sits cold it’s not so subliminal

What are you on about and what’s got you down?

All the health over me

No one else but me

We all upset it enough

You know

Even if you tired

Tried cutting me off

I want that cold, cold water running up your thighs

And let this sweet, sweet tree hollow out your eyes

Flesh gets cold it’s not so subliminal

What are you on about and what all’s got you down?

I want that cold, cold water running up your thighs

And let this sweet, sweet tree hollow out your eyes

And what the body condemns, impatiently obscure

We’ll let this guilt be the virtue we needn’t bestow