Emily Haines - Sprig Lyrics
Fresh when sleeping meant every other nightFalling asleep for the fifth timeEarly in the morningAwake in terror, words staring back at him, never to be used Their hands on holdSo quiet, they could hear eachother's thinking, denyingGarner interest, eachother's thinking, denyingMaking of life, a forged paintingLife's big magnet tug, tuggingAnd listeners like you