Woven Song from Heads / by Lightleak

Ask me to show and I will tell
You bring the bow and I’ll bang the bells
Learning your language, your mothertongue
Someone’s gonna arrest us for our luck

I’ve fumbled before and I’ll stumble again
You lighten me up like a cigarette
My heart’s gilded coal and my skeleton is soft
You’re Carson and Nelson and Nabokov

Laborers all, the division is long
All we love we will weave into song
With wings of red we are heels overhead
as we build ourselves time and again

I thought I was one thing, turned out I was two
I teamed up with myself to catch up to you
From you I’d been hiding while I advertised
We’re always arriving yet never arrive

Laborers all, the division is long
All we love we will weave into song
With wings of red we are heels overhead
as we build ourselves time and again

• Alternative
• indie rock
• post-music
• punk
• Chicago