Sultry by Sixtoo Lyrics
Take these lies in the palm of your heart
They are all that I have, this one box
That holds my entire life in
I bring flames of time burn, baby, burn
My life is on fire, bind my soul as you see fit
Compress the words that I have left from my mouth to silence
Plagiarize my works of almost art
Mimicking your timeless glance into my shorten lifelines
That circle the equator that is you
I span the world, I scan the world for someone that you cannot replace
Sing me a song, let me know how much you wouldn't care if I disappeared
The box is yours if you want it
This one's for courage, this one's for valor
This one's discouraged by words and commitment
And told you how I glance at other people
With the same sultry eyes of conceit
What gives you the right to hold the gates at a distance?
I cannot be matched by persistence nor time
I trust you more than I trust me
Deceive my blind eyes and trespass to my solemn vow
I won't make you cry so I can make you feel better
And I won't cry to make you feel whatever I want to make you feel
This one's the invitation, a song for me to clear my mind
Melting the ink to form a letter to bond we eternally
Two folded pages of words I can't say with enough conviction
To make you see exactly what I mean
The cello sings sad longer than my patience
I hear it on empty streets where my heart beats
This ghost town has skeletons that I can't see
My retinas see transparencies, so please tell me, what's wrong?
Let me see it through your eyes with no words, just touching
'Cause these words are as tired as the sun's predictable settings
This one is for determination, this one is for, me
This one has nothing to do with either of us
And are you from another time, another place of displacement?
Where our souls travel adjacent, and I smile without pretension
I feel the tension strain upon my hands you left with me
Subject me to social scrutiny for your self-benefit
I think it's probably best this way
You and I can never be together anyway
Any place, any time, with masked emotion and more words to decipher
Six-line phrases of stupidity
This rare photograph shows me as an old man, and I see myself all alone
All these trinkets got stories I would tell you
But you listen with biased ears and no questions for me
As my response, an empty box, wide open, and it's yours if you want it
They are all that I have, this one box
That holds my entire life in
I bring flames of time burn, baby, burn
My life is on fire, bind my soul as you see fit
Compress the words that I have left from my mouth to silence
Plagiarize my works of almost art
Mimicking your timeless glance into my shorten lifelines
That circle the equator that is you
I span the world, I scan the world for someone that you cannot replace
Sing me a song, let me know how much you wouldn't care if I disappeared
The box is yours if you want it
This one's for courage, this one's for valor
This one's discouraged by words and commitment
And told you how I glance at other people
With the same sultry eyes of conceit
What gives you the right to hold the gates at a distance?
I cannot be matched by persistence nor time
I trust you more than I trust me
Deceive my blind eyes and trespass to my solemn vow
I won't make you cry so I can make you feel better
And I won't cry to make you feel whatever I want to make you feel
This one's the invitation, a song for me to clear my mind
Melting the ink to form a letter to bond we eternally
Two folded pages of words I can't say with enough conviction
To make you see exactly what I mean
The cello sings sad longer than my patience
I hear it on empty streets where my heart beats
This ghost town has skeletons that I can't see
My retinas see transparencies, so please tell me, what's wrong?
Let me see it through your eyes with no words, just touching
'Cause these words are as tired as the sun's predictable settings
This one is for determination, this one is for, me
This one has nothing to do with either of us
And are you from another time, another place of displacement?
Where our souls travel adjacent, and I smile without pretension
I feel the tension strain upon my hands you left with me
Subject me to social scrutiny for your self-benefit
I think it's probably best this way
You and I can never be together anyway
Any place, any time, with masked emotion and more words to decipher
Six-line phrases of stupidity
This rare photograph shows me as an old man, and I see myself all alone
All these trinkets got stories I would tell you
But you listen with biased ears and no questions for me
As my response, an empty box, wide open, and it's yours if you want it