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Được phát hành lúc 5/8/2020.
Thời lượng: 5:07.

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Lời bài hát:

[Contenders (doggedly to circle round our driftwood/bracken beds)]: What does it take to grind our legacies down into dust and blood,
[Sowing fields with royal slips (read seeds),]
And what does only fury (pink and wild) buy for her daughters
You and I: Our dowry from the clinic bought us gifts to build our own ideas, our legacies of dust and blood and tablets under reconstructed gaping eyes; what other lies to mother and to father?
[Kate Keller (pouring lemonade)]: Recall you're still our daughter
[Clouds form over all the central belts that live within us, train track vessels, dendrites roads, the rain that reaches you and that which never will]
[Will (also Will)]: Arcady you will find in hell of all the places where you lay your head
[Lips (so suited to your own, or brushed by fingers after after sex)]: We'll never see inside each other but I don't think that I mind, our retinas are mirror images despite our separate lives and sometimes that's enough
[Contentments set aside
When early evening comes to haunt you with its question]
[Early Evening]: How much longer can you run for?
[Bread Baskets]: And to whom will you be turning? What anaesthetist will dull your aching heart and lungs, your failures cutting deep into your palmar arch, Granadan arch-door memories, cruel treacheries you tell yourself cannot be helped - so tell me then what silence buys?
The marketplace (with knowing eyes): What first words will be heard at that last wondrous time?