Left/Right Songtext
von Braids

Domination
Subliminal
Conversation
Your eyes in my eyes
Showing yourself back to you, in streaming glory
In all your glory, you′re so beautiful

I can't believe it
Where does it come from?
Not from above
Not from some special one
From the dirt, from the earth, from the sticky, sticky mess
The messes we make; regret bakes a cake


And I cut into it
So many pieces, share them all around with a big, big crowd
With a big, big crowd
Don′t frown
No forks, just hands
Let me kiss your hands
Let me suck your fingers
One at a time, one at times, at all times
Push inside, open up into two

Ladling out new visions
New visions, two visions
A soup sipped on the throne
The throne beholds love making
In all its glory, it's icky, icky glory
Glow in the dark with me at night
With me at night, with me at night, with me at night
Firefly, firefly, firefly

Firefly, sleeping in moss
Light cast against the sky
Clouds as soft covers
Aggressively soft, as a safe word
The wind, the cross, illuminated on the mountain top, Mont Royal

Monday, Wednesday, Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday
Weeks done backwards while spitting in tongues
Weed fog, a compact haze, its own maze, its own mass
A central place of worship for this sketchy, sketchy city
Dismissing our born realities


As I'm running to clear you out of my system
As I′m running to clear you out of my system
As I′m running to clear you out of my system
As I'm running to clear you out of my system
Footsteps on the pavement

Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right
Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right
Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right
Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right

I′m not gonna stop
No one's got anything on me
Eat the dust, eat the dust
Bird bath in the dust
Three of them wings spread