Brother Bryan (Waxahatchee)

I said to you on the night that we met, "I am not well" Our habits secrete to the sidewalk and street, our civic hell And we covet the dark, share a cab to the park And you'll let me speak of bearings undone, silver hair in the sun We are only 30% dead and our parents go to sleep early We destroy all of our esteem and the sunlight starts to shine through the trees And the noise on this block keeps my mind interlocked and unfastened And the struggle sheds skin, heavy breath is a deadly assassin My sister's eyes flood like rivers of wine in your absence So we echo each song to which you'd sing along A circuit hymn and we'll sing it again And we'll smoke til our pockets are empty A person cannot live without sleep And you can't hold up a story so heavy We tell it so rarely And in this place I think about you The spirits and veins that you run through And in this place I think about you