Red Cliffs//The Mountain by Tacoma Washington Weekday Club Lyrics

[Verse 1&2]
Selective sight? or do things disappear?

[Outro]
A worm in the soup
Remus was crowned at the fall
Blood seeped at unscabbed amends
A prayer on repeat, on repeat
And two parents living wounded in stifling trends
They know the shade of your yellow teeth
Hands sticking, solid like liquid plastic
Melting down foreheads, they kiss and come together
I made this myself, or I was made by it, I can't remember the order
Treading on thin water, believers bustle the raft
Lottery shuffled, a winning, a baffled number, scattered, untold
Somebody wrote down the secret and swallowed it
Pray before you sleep
Keep a crucifix in the liner
Stare at it sideways, mocking it for movement
Silver the shadow, slacken the night
Breeding nymphs, balling tears up
Teasing them toward tourists
Talking tacit interruption
And taking it for wonder
Not many people were bothered
They each have a vision of his content
How they put the resounding doubt to bed
We've all tried unearthing the northern lights with tactless tractors
We'll be back
There's a key under the mat