Meter, Pale, Tone - Mount Kimbie

How can you see me bare

In the dead of night

In a cooling light

It’s not a painful sight

See, girl, I couldn’t see your eyes

They were coded not devoted to no one

At least no souls from beneath the sun

See me, I don’t exist, you’ve won

See me, I don’t exist, what’s done is done

Now if I see you there

On the other side

Tell me, girl, has it just arrived

You saw two brains claim to coincide

If one should die

No one could understand

If this depletes a man

To see through the cracks that brand

I’ll set this weak bridge on fire

So you can piece together to admire

The infrastructure, the plunder

Deep beneath the mood

Now she lays here to resume

The days are spent in gloom

Left solely to consume

The infrastructure that stopped her

Deep beneath the ground

Now let this peaceful drown

This thinly woven crown

Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds

This tone, this tone is still alone

It roams the land

To face the hands

That stroke and stretch

Our hope is bland

You

This stone of sand

An open curse in my hand

Smoking blunts in the stands

…on the edge

But do you pledge?

What’s in store?

The exposure of the core?

I start to saw

And sweep beneath the boon

Now day’s are spent in gloom

Who you?

My mother, I love her

I’m not connected to

This guy anymore

The sky and floor

And he could impact these facts

But they’re not quite exact

As they’re laid bare

If that was my stare

It was the face of cement looking wet

The discontent has never meant anything

But this intent was menacing

The scent of adrenaline

Spark creditors and terrain

My bones, these wounds they roam

These rules the road

I hope this road

I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go