Hiatus Kaiyote

Molasses

Låttexter

Might not get
Might not get any better
Might not, might not get
Might not get any better
Might not, might not get
Might not get any better
Might not, might not get
Might not get any better

You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart
Color of sulfur banished to a single arc
Porcelain smolder, and don't forget your state of the art
Buried deep in the soil, selfless or daft

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You could be a compass rare and so bountiful
You could be the opposing opinion
You could be the point of traction bound to all
You could be the point of letting it go

It could be a compass rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion
It could be the point of traction bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go

Running with my eyes closed, blinding the lens with the focus
Running with my eyes closed, finding omens in the woodwork
I see cold, cold brail, mechanical and frail
How do I tessellate? Built to the rage

You're the one on top, relic with an armored heart
Color of sulfur banished to a single arc
Porcelain smolder, and don't forget your state of the art
Buried deep in the soil, selfless or daft

Might not get any better, get any better
Uh, better, better
Might not get any better, get any better
Oh, better, better, better-better, better

Better-better, better, better-better, better
Better-better, better, better-better, better
Better-better, better, better-better, better

It could be a compass, rare and so bountiful
It could be the opposing opinion
It could be the point of traction bound to all
It could be the point of letting it go