The Honorary Title - Dilute lyrics

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites And I will pretend that you wont be gone Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites this song The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes and rewrites this song But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong, And you, you just tell me that it's nothing at all But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer I will pretend that you won't be gone That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone