“Cut Me Out”

Gather sparks in a velvet bag
Count them out, one by one again
Under bricks, buried away
Speculate on a future stake

Hold them close, swallow them whole
Pound them out into sheets, to control
The words become translucent
Oh, you cash them in

All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out

A burning bloom on a bed of spines
Digging deep into your skin
The dry lines crack with charcoal
Your only comfort is the burning sun

Hold it close inhale it in
Take it down, and down and down again
Feel the quicksand through your fingers
Oh oh, while you melt away

All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out

Unleash the downpour
As the words flood in
Will they wash you away
Watered down
Cut me out

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley