Amenamy (Jon Hopkins Remix) - Purity Ring
Written by:Megan James/Corin Roddick
Somberly somberly linger lie longerly
Grateful our cold memories cry
For the plentiful times that
That her eagerly death hath had
Counter intuitive underride
Clean thy sparkling teeth
Brush down thy sparkling sides
That thy nervous blood would become undone
From impedious pounding ideas
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer
And freer and broil and toil and foil thy
Scalloped breastbone
Roll in toll and fold the long winter in it
Think not what the season'll become
Reap fruitfully at the gardendom
That grew masterfully over your withering son
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your wormholes and give them
To feeders that spiris
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Amenamy (Jon Hopkins Remix) - Purity Ring
Written by:Megan James/Corin Roddick
Somberly somberly linger lie longerly
Grateful our cold memories cry
For the plentiful times that
That her eagerly death hath had
Counter intuitive underride
Clean thy sparkling teeth
Brush down thy sparkling sides
That thy nervous blood would become undone
From impedious pounding ideas
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer
And freer and broil and toil and foil thy
Scalloped breastbone
Roll in toll and fold the long winter in it
Think not what the season'll become
Reap fruitfully at the gardendom
That grew masterfully over your withering son
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your worm holes and give them
To feeders that spirits be freer
Some shattering fawn for this candented dawn
Pluck up your wormholes and give them
To feeders that spiris
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and
Be freer and freer and freer and