Time & the Sun - Stolas

The asphalt pulled itself back like arms with their own conviction

Now watch as I harvest grand pianos out of your shoulder blades

(What a disaster)

Distract me from the world ending around me

(What a sweet disaster)

How do we get out of here?

Take me through this

I’m slipping through the words

Distract me from the world ending around me

Look around, they’re just faces passing by

There’s no wonder why, there’s no wonder why

You left yourself on the edge

You left yourself on the edge

And I don’t remember where you’re from, but I can hear you pressing against my

pen from the other side of the page

I’ll leave you a song, a guillotine, and a curtain call

I’ll keep my feet down, I said lifting off, but I’m just a fucking whore

I’m a hand of god tied for the devil on a black top hat

Come back

Take me through this

I’m slipping through the words

Distract me from the world ending around me

Leave, don’t leave yourself on the edge

Take me through this

I’m slipping through the words

Distract me from the world ending around me

You left yourself on the edge

You left yourself

You left yourself on the edge

You left yourself

(On the edge, let me go)

What a disaster

What a sweet disaster

What a disaster