Everything Is Spoilt By Use Lyrics

Everything is spoilt by use
Perhaps, to your dismay
You will stand for my abuse
And never slip away
How your cup of autumn's wealth
Will overflow the sky
Pleasures all intangible
An anthem soft and sly

So put your tension on the string
Echoing, a warning
Fraught with fear and detached
From all those gifts, sincere
Trust, I'd spite to keep you near

Everything is spoilt by use
And soured with decay
Still I stand for your abuse
On prominent display
And you could have the languid winds The harvest carols, clear
But you'll accept the stillborn spring
As long as I am here

So you can sing your songs of red
As crashing dawn comes swarming
Dulcet-eyed as fever taxes
What you broke;
No reprieve from all bespoke

Ever winter night
(Soundless and yet, cloying)
Set me free
(Dear misery)

Sing a song of red
A long, unraveled warning
Wayward one, how I liked you better
On your own;
Happiness is never home

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