Tintype from Imperial Phase by Plastic Ants
Tracklist
| 9. | Tintype | 4:51 |
Lyrics
TINTYPE Strange how streets converge to take you back. The more you leave, the more you double-track. Medicine on Sundays for all the things you lack. Strange how streets converge to take you back. They don’t make faces like hers no more. The light it traces every weight she bore. By some strange graces she turned her back on their bruising phrases and their heart attacks. Tintype quits the static in your head. She owns no real estate inside your bed. Unconvinced she was alive till she was nearly dead. Tintype quits the static in your head. They don’t make faces like hers no more. The light it traces every weight she bore. By some strange graces she turned her back on their bruising phrases and their heart attacks. Impossibly young, impossibly young. They don’t make faces like hers no more. The light it traces every weight she bore. By some strange graces she turned her back on their bruising phrases and their heart attacks. Impossibly young. Strange how streets converge to take you back. The more you leave, the more you double-track.
