Ananon

Lyrics for Ananon

Pulling up to the curb Rapier in my hair Honey and lavender Endocrines and vetiver Ananon Ananon Turning up dead in golden ploughs Cutting up tubes of weathered clothes I stomped the brain I fell away My open chest Contained a hymn Pay Making the grapes take the fawn Pay Letting the napes grace the necks We squeal at the form we gave birth to We break into the exhale of a sire And tеll our selves to cry Pulling on to the lawn Iron braziеr on my chest I hold close to the mother See rock shows near Chicago Get tickets as low as $48 You might also like Caela Liturgy Daily Bread Liturgy Red Crown II Liturgy Ananon Making the grapes take the fawn Letting the napes grace the next Making the grapes take the fawn Stumbling our way to the dawn