Thursday, June 24, 2010
Know Your Quarry
By Biffy Clyro
When I was young I first encountered my crippled lungs;
I felt them burn and cursed them ever since.
I was turning blue, in a match right in front of you.
And I slithered to the floor, hope I score some more.
I won't go where the sun doesn't shine
Go crazy in the evening if we sail upright
Love is a shadow in the brightness it dies.
Because tonight,
We raise this sun, and we shine it over everyone.
If we want a gradual hush,
Our lips should kiss each other so;
I just want to feel your body,
I want you to know your quarry.
You can see the world looking down from a different universe
Can we save every single one of them? We only have five hands.
My father cradled us; we're bright blue and we're covered in blood,
We staggered through the door, trouble is taking score.
I won't go where the sun doesn't shine
Go crazy in the evening if we sail upright
Love is a shadow in the brightness it dies.
Because tonight,
We raise this sun, and we shine it over everyone.
If we want a gradual hush,
Our lips should kiss each other so;
I just want to feel your body,
I want you to know your quarry.
I just want to feel your body.
I want you to know your quarry.
I just want to feel your body.
I want you to know your quarry.
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