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Between Orchids & Collar Bones

from LOVERS by The Manichean

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You always made such perfect sense through your teeth clenched.
You would scatter the dishes with nothing but whispers and pretext.

I always made such the perfect mess with my defense.
I would shatter the glasses, ashes to ashes to sleep.

But these nights seem more like motives to me.

So hand me your ashes, hand me your angels.
Show me you angles, filthy with whispers
And wipe all your kisses from my collarbones.
Please just take me home.

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And she enters the room the way she always does,
And his pulse flickers the way it always does.
But as angry with himself as he is, he truly fears expressing his anger
Lest it make things worse.

And if he is so angry with her?
For whatever it was she broke and however it was she tossed it away,
He becomes so embattled that he cannot stand being in the same room
With the former beloved; the object of such obsession.

He is wounded and has lost so much blood that he holds himself back
From showing reaction of any kind, insofar as it is possible.
Others, however, can see that he looks desolate, sighs deeply,
And is close to tears.

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You always wore such the perfect smile, just like orchids,
But I always measured pain before pleasure
Just before I fell asleep.

But these nights seem more like motives to me.

So hand me your ashes, hand me your angels.
Show me you angles, filthy with whispers,
And wipe all your kisses from my collarbones.
Please just drive me home.

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from LOVERS, released November 24, 2012

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We are here to change you, to sway you and stain you with breathlessness and reverence. Our live performances are an affair of sweat and lust and limbs akimbo. The story we're telling is one of death and resurrection, love and insanity. We are a collective of revenants. We are The Manichean. ... more

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