THE HOTELIER LYRICS

"Two Deliverances"

The icons cluttering your bureau
Are eyeing me as I walk in.
Your guardians are present in here
And I trust that they have always been
Hiding somewhere in your closet,
Collecting moisture from your face.
Your secret world speaks without words
And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place.

But if I want them too, will they speak to me soon
In a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
The refracted light keeps glistening.

A drapery of clashing fabrics
In every corner of your room.
They hung like lace on the whitewashed face
Of the walls that are begging you to move
And leave the things that hold a history
As if they're present in your will.
A brand new place a few miles away
But I just wasn't sure I was staying still.

But if you choose this, too, it's a honest move
And I guess that it makes for no differences.
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon.
Just a touch too soon, Two Deliverances.

On an empty panel floor I lie here for communion
Just waiting for one more
But in the quiet empty hours
Of my afternoon
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
But if I want them too will they come to me soon?
Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon?
Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you
But I couldn't ask this of you.
I couldn't ask this.

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights.
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead.
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
That I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
But if I choose this, too, does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history just to become new.
Now swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
But I couldn't ask this of you.
No, I couldn't ask this.

Thanks to Rawb22 for these lyrics

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