Pistolaz Of Love Lyrics & Chords By The Quickening

In liquid hours, engaging with the sea; becoming vapor; the slow undulating... With condensation
returning to the deep; gone the burden of sentimentality. I am a self contraction. I am no longer living,
instead it lives through me, unconditionally. Unconditionally. Self adulation won’t save the day when
death embraces in the end. We’re just returning from where we came; we live our lifetimes in a day.
Movements mesmerize and dance duality; the sweaty palms of seers clasp the fingers of the seen. In
mutual existence; the stitch of unseen seams, cigarette burns the blanket: light becomes a beam. Listen:
still, attentively! the static obscures the simplicity: revel in the obscurity. No pressure: love is a gesture.