Boy with the Aluminum Stilts - The Autumns

Come come

Mine aluminum stilts

Strangle the light like that

Spin spittle in siren wine

Come

In sweet lamentations

Birds of the night cry out

And swoon like the blood won’t dry

Hung in drapes of palest lace

From the stakes of brittle grace

It’s away, my love

Come come

Mine aluminum stilts

Mangled your white face cracks

Out quivers the smiling sire

Come

Soft on this tender breast

Love like a light gone out

Can cripple a siren’s cries

Hung in drapes of palest lace

From the stakes of brittle grace

It’s away, my love

This is the end you’re searching for

This is it, this is all

This is the dream where you hit the floor