Bones in Holy Clothes

English lyrics

Skin to spark, I feel the current pull me in Dark blooms hard, and something old wakes under skin Day to night, night to night, we vanish in the flow Every hour cuts a little deeper than we know We burn, we break, we bend, we fade, then slip from view Chasing what keeps leaving, losing what was true We run from what we know to what we can’t deny Nothing ever really lives without learning how to die Time, you thief in holy clothes You seal the wound, then dig for bones No clean talk, no safe talk, no easy line to keep The body knows what the mind can’t sleep Go, go, go — we know, we know Every road runs hard, every river’s got to go Fuck the tick, fuck the tock, fuck the clock and all its lies Hating the tiktalk while we burn right through the night We are on a river, passing with the water’s pace Trying to outrun the ending, trying to leave no trace What we chase keeps slipping, what we lose won’t stay dead Every laugh becomes a bruise inside the head So let it slip, let it slide, let the current have its say If nothing can ever stay, nothing can be taken away We are here to vanish, brief but burning through To make the disappearing feel fierce and beautiful too Go, go, go — we know, we know Split between the undertow and afterglow Fuck the tick, fuck the tock, let the shattered seconds crack Hating the tiktalk while we never look back Oh, time is healer, killer, truth with teeth It mends the wound, then steals the fire underneath No talk without the paradox, no love without the knife Lovely fucking time, we burn in you for life And if tomorrow slips away, we’ll meet it in the flow Day to night, night to night, the only law is go We are made of brief collisions, of the moments in between Of the glitter and the drowning, of the seen and unforeseen Go, go, go — we know, we know We are drifting, we are burning, learning how to flow Fuck the tick, fuck the tock, fuck the clock that wants our soul Hating the tiktalk, but the river makes us whole Oh, time — healer, killer, never kind It repairs what it has broken just to rewire the mind No talk without the paradox, no prayer without the scar Lovely fucking time, you are exactly what you are