Ed Scissor - Week lyrics

A racing heart, a speeding bullet A hint of life, a rush of fluids The darkness of that winter night, a siren livin' in disguise, a violent river running through it Before the days of painted gla** Before the earth was watermarked A crimson tide of d**hly figures danced upon our fleshy innards laughing as they left their Mark That was then And this now Everything between is but a bubble in the stream, a dream discovered in the sea of things that come around So come around And make your mark You have precisely seven days before the dirt washes away to leave a vessel made of broken parts Dangerous liaisons in an ultrasonic space, a vessel floating on the waves we trace with nothing but our instincts Undefined and un-fathomed I start the whip you spark a spliff, your lungs blacken, (I want it all) Everything and nothing in a bucket full of wanderlust One of them old summers in the [dust in day we record breaking?] love'll save the day sh** kinda clusterf**s Give it all, push the bu*ton, self-combust Everything you own and are is everything I've ever needed this week Seven days of mystery and intrigue, and where the f** has this been, a never ending episode in complete sh**s creek A [general of mission?] to some half-baked heartbreak Starts the very moment that we part ways But actually began when we first jabbered with such pa**ion at that party Surrounded by them other motherf**ers filled with heartache Them guys, no they weren't for us But you, you ticked the boxes stunningly So graceful with your brown hair, brown eyes, Pocahontas standing right in front of me The signs of my discovery Discovering the new lands with two hands, [just one touch the sand gushed from my grasp but dumb clutz so clumsily?] How gravity can f** a plan so thoroughly Seven days to hasten our recovery Monday The forming of a club makes for Tuesdays No ordinary love made on Wednesday Performative and un-phased, fortify delusions of an epic journey un-paved to Thursday Two hoarders in the sun-rays, Friday Two ballers in a drug maze Saturday The corners of the club cave on Sunday One way Here comes Monday A racing heart, a speeding bullet A hint of life, a rush of fluids The darkness of that winter night, a siren livin' in disguise, a violent river running through it Before the days of painted gla** Before the earth was watermarked A crimson tide of d**hly figures danced upon our fleshy innards laughing as they left their Mark That was then And this is now Everything between is but a bubble in the stream, a dream discovered in the sea of things to come around So come around And make your mark You have precisely seven days before the dirt washes away to leave a vessel made of broken parts