Two Rings - Ice Choir

Tears are drawn up into to fingertips

In turn, corrode the stone

It was gray when it was meaningful

Tears are drawn up into to fingertips

In turn, corrode the stone

It was gray when it was meaningful

Now it blends in with your bones

Oh, you could spin a lovely future

One scrim between the kiss

But on this side, amongst the dimming light

I almost don’t exist

All is lost;

peering behind the velvet cloth

I had found you like a monolith

Five speeds to my exhaust

Tearing through the moonlit desert salts

Obsidian-eyed and lost

Though you exist alone, in parallel

Black ring upon your hand

Thieving seers had fed you oracles

So you met all of my demands

All those dreams;

soft and uncertain against my teeth

Wearing away

Two rings, a violent end

Away!

Away!

Asunder!

I could talk around in circles

Dragging my dull and worn excuse

And I’d get whatever i deserve

Within the run-out groove

Wearing away

Two rings, a violent end