Jawbox Follow
Grip lyrics
Wreck rebirth,
The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore.
Median castaway,
the faded green's allure.
Played enough
at climbing from my concrete island home;
forgotten what those broken legs were for.
I'll leave behind the tyranny of signs,
transparent things you hold on to.
I know what's mine,
a greying field of sky,
and in whose grip I lie.
Pain no less,
blackout caresses,
encroaching green,
forgotten what my failing eyes had seen
once so excessive,
now so lean.
Thanks to
Nickolas
for submitting the lyrics.
Correct these lyrics
Comments on Grip
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Jawbox) which produced the music or artwork. Details
