Letra da Música Vines de Trails and Ways

All I've ever carried is commodities
my parents' silverware, Thom's plastic trees
some records of good taste, some heavy crude
lots of future artifacts, and here's some old news

I am a container ship, your vines all up in it
Want you to grow me over, and take me
and take me down
Want you to tear me open, and take me
and take me down

I was taking on water when I
saw you first. Y
our drawn notes, how you raised
your hand—a lesson in thirst
How you talked me past my limits
and left paint on my bed—a con-­
tract open-­-­ended, and best left unread

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I wanna make a last voyage, before you let me rest
Since they sent you home to Minas, I've had a hollow chest
I wanna smuggle you in my hold, to water without state
make an island we can live on, and live without freight

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