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Sewn Hands

from Canopy of Crimson by Teething Veils

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lyrics

You waded in a murky stream
That swept you off your feet,
Knocked me to my knees,
Taken downstream

I sewed my hands in sweat-soaked prayer
Still, you did not speak
Beneath the water lilies, you did not breathe
Wayward dream, taken downstream

Torn in tatters, ‘cross the seams
The cold hard ground wrapped ‘round my feet
Bewildered angel who lies beneath
Behind the glass, buried downstream

Moonlit visits to the anodynic clinic
Pushed down my hunger, cut my connection
Those hands that clawed you scratch at my door
Hailing Mary, spent and sore

I chiseled toward you through the smoke
I saw your eyes’ light through a hot glass scope
My heart dismantled, poured into elegy
It wasn’t you, but a memory

Torn in tatters, ‘cross the seams
From beyond, you’re freezing me
My burrowed head is nearly dead
Sullied stream, wayward dream

The sharpest eyes, the coldest knives
The blackened glass did shatter
You rose above me from the floor
Your hovering heart oscillates and scatters

Your wraith unbound, my heart grew bolder
A titanic specter shadowing my shoulder
The ties did bind, the ties did tear
You dropped your burdens, walked down the stairs

I tried to touch you through the glass and see you through the dense white smoke
It must have been some pointless kind of joke
Are you somewhere out there breathing with me under the same moon?
I'm digging my grave with a tablespoon

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from Canopy of Crimson, released August 10, 2020

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Teething Veils Washington, D.C.

"These songs—sepia-toned yet searching, eccentric yet melodically inclined—add up to something that feels like its own universe, sometimes wistful, sometimes the kind of menacing only achieved via a late-career Tom Waits death rattle." -Wash CP

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