Letra da Música Oh My Dear de Little Sur

Say, write it down in marmalade
Glue my eyes down to the page
Lock my body in a cage

I?m told, this whole body grows
I?m used but I?m sold
I thought you?d have known

Held by the promises, that I cannot break
Bent on the lines, that God can?t create
And the motion of time, it pulls us away my dear, what will remain?

Burn it down, tangle on the words you thought found
Bury them inside your velvet shroud
Whisper soft and til, they?ve lost their sound

I?m beginning to feel a pulse
As a half it turns, into a whole
As your eyes give way, into your soul
It empties me I thought you should know

Building a city of marble and brick
To rewrite the faith that seem destined to miss
And let?s scribble our names through the old testament
And cut down the branches that we swung on as kids
I feel the dew and the flood of this damn transience
When the moments suspended, the thoughts and lists
But it seems that our talk is a funeral dress
Just a pretty distraction but we both know it?s dead