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FIELD REPORT Marigolden
HOMEOME (leave the lights on)
Cold snap like a coiled spring
You can feel the frost coming on
We are Marigolden
Dropping Orange and umber,
And barely holding on, just barely holding on.
And now the downtown's dolled up with tinel and angels shes sneaked back hair cuts Teased the part in tangles
And we trained for awhile
And we took it all down
Like garlands and the traffic signals
Leave the lights on,
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there, and I'm on my way home.
Leave the the lights on cause it might be nighttime when I get there,
And I'm on my way home
Putting on old clothes in a new way
Putting on a pose in a new stage
Waking up every day just a little bit
Changed
As it breaks over us like waves.
Long live beauty, short live fame
Lust for wander, and hunger pain
Face your fear, not your shame, cause in the end it just wears you away.
Leave the lights on, cause it might be nighttime when I get there and I'm on my way home
Leave the lights on, cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I'm on my way home
I been clawing away at what's underneath, closer than solid ground beneath your feet
Closer even now than lips and teeth, closer now than out ofl reach
And the body remembers what your mind forgets. Archives every heartbreak and cigarette
And these reset bones might not hold
Yeah but they might yet
Leave the lights on, cause it might be nighttime when I get home
Leave the lights on, cause it might be nighttime when I get home
But I'm on my way back home
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