Third track from the album Saint of the Open Opera (2010)
lyrics
Passing Notes
Nathan Brown and Ginnifer Brown, 2003
It's the height of fashion I believe - To wear this heart out on my sleeve
But it gets pulled off as you pass - And in its place a chip of glass
The violence goes unbroken - It's itching in my palms right now
Faith I have no token - And you can mark me deep and how
Smell like electric smoke and cheap cologne and daffodils
Unknown, unseen, unspoken
Thrill
And a stupid grin is on my face - We're moving like a three-leg race
And the gospel starts to sound like truth - Received in filling in my tooth
The silent vow is shaken - You heard the words that have no sound
In symbols and ruins pagan - A dirty limerick written down
That in my soul awakens strongest love and purest will
Misread, misled, mistaken
Thrill
My islet now is so lost - Cracked rocks resolve to solve this howl
And all the shame is focused - My hungry heart begins to growl
Hum like a swarm of locust - Paean for the dentist drill
Holy, hopeless, holocaust
Thrill
credits
from Saint of the Open Opera,
released March 24, 2011
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Performed by Just Like the Country
Ginnifer Brown: Vocal, bass
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming
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