Christians And Lions songs lyrics

It's like some overbearing tax on praxis; how I'm supposed to feel bad for this when all I've sworn to do is hold soul like a cold in haunted...

Over the tracks, with a sack full of matches, I'm gonna burn all the letters I've wrote. Don't worry, darling, I ain't brave enough to catch it, this...

Blue smoke and cider sounds curled above our heads like tongues of fire under wires in a big City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause is giving...

"Mother, your little boy's dying at the gates, with a mace and a longbow arrow lodged firm in his breastplate. Isn't there something we should do?"...

Thanks to theorist Helene Cixous for the phrase "Because changing I" Between the wars they come to hox us in the stable, so why am I holding this...

October and over. There’s never enough words for my throat. So cold in the root cellar suburbs. Low in the lowlight, and high on tender sparks....

Each year my hands look more like my father's: scars of a yesterday, but palms up to tomorrows, knuckles dug in rusted earth to loose the saplings....

So we built burning cities at the top of our notes, now we doubt our commitment to God and Country or Job and Comp'ny. Though no one wants to break...

Like a block party with smoke. Little godspittle showers the hair on our arms. My hair still smells like burning church. I know folks brought under...

Hitting and missing, (mostly missing,) I sit kissing where your face was an hour before. Both spell disaster with some kind of far-off capital L. But...

I've got this frozen virus in my blood, like my words are the warmest I could ever touch. I'll limp west with the sun and sleep the days under...

I keep names and emotions in my teeth when I can't take the blistering heat on my tongue. Often it seems they never cool. Often, it seems, they never...