Another Door from The Depths by Rust Empire

WE SLEEP WHERE THE ANIMALS SLEEP
AWAY FROM THE PEOPLE
BENEATH A BLANKET OF STARS, NOT EYES
THEY ARE BURNING LIGHTS
IF I LEAVE
ILL LEAVE WHEN MY GOOD IS AS GOOD AS GONE
ILL LIFT MY MATTRESS FROM THE FLOOR
AND DRAG IT TO ANOTHER DOOR AS FREE AS I CAME

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE
THERE WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS BE
THERE WILL ALWAYS OTHER HANDS
TO CARRY YOUR HEART HOME

WE BUILT A HOME FOR A LIVES IN A MARSH THAT IS NIGHT AND DREAM
YOU BROUGHT
A BIRD IN YOUR HANDS, IT IS DEAD AS IT IS BLACK
A DEAD STORK, IT IS BLACK, I CAN’T SEE YOUR FACE
I CANT HEAR YOUR NAME
OR BREATH THE AIR BETWEEN US

NEVER FOUGHT TO KEEP THEM
THEY NEVER FOUGHT TO KEEP ME THERE
I NEVER BROUGHT YOUR HEART HOME
SO NOW IM FREE TO ROAM
NOW THAT I WANDER
SOMETIMES I WONDER
IF I EVER HAD A DAUGHTER
WOULD SHE LOOK LIKE YOU

AND WOULD YOU LOOK FOR ME
OR ANOTHER MAN
THERE WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE OTHER HANDS
TO CARRY YOUR HEART HOME

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