Corundum by The Dawn Bombs Lyrics
For some time now you’ve been sewing me steadily into your own veins
And I’m seeping out in sepia
Surrender these reins
Ignored the ominous missal
Anonymous mission underway
If I wasn’t so insular I’d have known the true stakes
Before you leave I’ll be wanting more
You laugh and roll your neck
“Come on, don’t throw your dice with me;
Take your chances by force,”
You’re not the painting I’ve been perfecting
All this time with a lionizing light
The next sophisticate in line
Getting through to you was like splitting corundum
And I left when old nostalgia set in its low hum
Ignore the outcome, caught in a sugary lonesome
But I’d bend over backwards again if you’d become my fulcrum
Before you leave I’ll be wanting more
You laugh and roll your neck
“Come on, don’t throw your dice with me;
Take your chances by force"
You’re not the painting I’ve been perfecting
All this time with a lionizing light
Save the letdown for the road or else we’ll never go
Wind will wick the salt along your cheekbones
Locks to let eyes hide from sight
Whispering to solve the knots we’ve tied
Any medallion I’d be wasted on
The old contagion of love will decide what we base ourselves upon
But I’ve been calling you mine with a smile
Luxury to have ever have been your liar
And I’m seeping out in sepia
Surrender these reins
Ignored the ominous missal
Anonymous mission underway
If I wasn’t so insular I’d have known the true stakes
Before you leave I’ll be wanting more
You laugh and roll your neck
“Come on, don’t throw your dice with me;
Take your chances by force,”
You’re not the painting I’ve been perfecting
All this time with a lionizing light
The next sophisticate in line
Getting through to you was like splitting corundum
And I left when old nostalgia set in its low hum
Ignore the outcome, caught in a sugary lonesome
But I’d bend over backwards again if you’d become my fulcrum
Before you leave I’ll be wanting more
You laugh and roll your neck
“Come on, don’t throw your dice with me;
Take your chances by force"
You’re not the painting I’ve been perfecting
All this time with a lionizing light
Save the letdown for the road or else we’ll never go
Wind will wick the salt along your cheekbones
Locks to let eyes hide from sight
Whispering to solve the knots we’ve tied
Any medallion I’d be wasted on
The old contagion of love will decide what we base ourselves upon
But I’ve been calling you mine with a smile
Luxury to have ever have been your liar