Tryst - Machines Of Loving Grace

I’m attracted by the fabric of waste

Watching ourselves as our bodies decay

And though some love remains

I’m attracted by this waste

Watching ourselves as our bodies decay

Watching ourselves as our bodies

Decay

This is a tryst this is discipline

The discipline of flowers always takes me in

I’m attracted by the fabric of waste

Watching ourselves as our bodies decay

Angels bleed easy

Angels breathe easy