Empty the vase torn down
Enter cold water sounds
It's just a ruse
From which you master all your tools
Inside the crease routine
But what's rubbed in your palm received
You're far from the source
When what really counts is who it's from
CHORUS:
I give this word, this dust to you
Flated bare active seed
Tough pliant diminutive jeans
Burned by the froth
Fur-lined and handled by the boss
Substantive mold twist punt
Lusted warm wield pick ton
Started as two
But open your part it's just one
CHORUS:
I give this word, this dust to you
BOY:
And in an instant I opened my eyes
I looked around the room
And said to myself aloud
"I woke in a new world"
And the angels spoke to me: "COURAGE"
And the angels spoke to me: "COURAGE"
And the angels spoke to me: "COURAGE"
And the angels spoke to me: "COURAGE"
The latest from Papercuts is another batch of bright, melodic, ’60s-influenced pop songs with driving, heart-on-sleeve vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2018