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aaron's book club
aaron's book club
Performer
Aaron Daane
Aaron Daane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Daane
Aaron Daane
Composer
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aaron's book club
aaron's book club
Producer

Lyrics

The city is yellow
The dense air, it swallows all the buildings
The streetlights are spilling
And filling all the potholes up with gold
I'm laying in bed, the light's on in the kitchen
I'm just waiting for your body heat to kick in
I'll put it to rest, whatever I'm doing
I keep hoping for a moment I can't ruin
The vultures left, they got bored of circling
They must've taken the last piece of me that was worth it
I stayed up past you 'cause my mind was racing
I guess the days weren't long enough for me to waste them
And still I lie there
Listening to the rhythm of your breath
Headlights leaking through the blinds
Casting their judgement in fractured lines
The city is yellow
The dense air, it swallows all the buildings
The streetlights are spilling
And filling all the potholes up with gold
And the ivy grows 'til it climbs my chest
Then it tangles up my ribs and they compress
Sleep, take me now to a quiet place
We're stranded all the same, so take a breath
I don't wanna feel bad for not wanting do die
Every night in your bed, I don't feel welcome to lay
The sheets that bind us like fragile twine
Thread spun from habit and something that's hard to define
The mattress softly groans beneath our weight
The burden of bodies all too familiar
What are we doing here? (What are we doing here?)
What are we doing here?
Written by: Aaron Daane
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