Guardian
TIGERS JAW · Spin 2017 · Track 02 of 02
Down a spiraled stairway Like a blackened memory The wrap of the old wound Like a figure was drawn Keeping your ghost from the garden But is it red rot or deadened skin? Spiraling further in Spiraling further in
Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your guardian anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore
I am the moment in time When your eyes start to wander And your head starts to spin In the simplest task Decided what you would wear Found your faults in a straight line Have to remember the stall Wringing out the same cloth
Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your guardian anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore
Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your guardian anymore Burn a candle to my skin Turn the handle, let me in I can not be your medicine anymore, anymore