Sexton Under Glass Songtext
von Christians and Lions

I′ve got this f-f-frozen virus in my blood
Like my words are the warmest I could ever touch
I'll limp west with the sun
And sleep the days under wide-eyed illusion

That beacon has seen me sleeping
Knows the ruse; the rouge, the spill that pools
To pull at my shoes and leave me to stand
Forever free, forever dead

Please stay alive
I can′t beg again with a back that's bad as your eyes
And ears, oh my
Please stay alive
I can't ask again with a tongue that′s worse than my
Pride


Oh Angels, keep the windows open
Wide as English bathtubs
Running through miss Annie′s head
The one she cradled in CO
I know I shouldn't talk so low
Of high life when I′ve got no frame
Of reference; all the ones I found
Were broken with pictures torn out

Strewn asunder
Under summers laced with tracer fire
Copper pieces, and fishing wire--oh!

Rolled in the covers
Above tumblers filled with vacation
Empty, it reeks of self-deprecation

Stay alive
I can't beg again with a back that′s bad as your...
Your eyes
Your eyes

Please stay alive
I can't ask again with a tongue that′s worse than my
Pride