Paroles Dilute The Honorary Title

Dilute

The island's small and desolate
the highway's stretched
towards nothingness
weeds infest our front lawn
the picket fence
impales the sun that sillohuets
on our houses dressed up in aluminum

and the softest part of your flesh helps my
body injest sleep in the dead of the summer

i will pretend that you won't be gone
distance dilutes and re-writes and re-writes
i will pretend that you won't be gone
distance dilutes and re-writes this song

the island's small and desolate
the highway's stretched
towards nothingness
the weeds infest our front lawn
the picket fence
impales the sun that sillohuets
on our houses dressed up in aluminum

and the softest part of your flesh helps my
body injest sleep in the dead of the summer

i will pretend that you won't be gone
distance dilutes and re-writes and re-writes
and i will pretend that you won't be gone
the distance dilutes and re-writes this song

but i keep asking you
to tell me what is wrong
and you, you just tell me
that it's nothing at all
but in your helplessness
i can see
you know i can see

the softest part of your flesh helps my
body injest sleep in the dead of the summer

i will pretend that you won't be gone
the distance dilutes re-writes and re-writes
and i will pretend that you won't be gone
distance dilutes and re-writes and re-writes
and i will pretend that you won't be gone