just to run and fuck then wait.
just to run the fuck away.
i see it no i...
i see it no i...
no, i see it no i...
and we enmesh like, there's been a forward fold over you.
and yet i stayed for my faith.
what do you know about a father who leans on his child?
hoping someday my daughter will sing between the lines; she'll be by her side.
just to run and fuck then wait.
just to run the fuck away.
i see it no i...
i see it no i...
no, i see it no i...
now i've been forlorn.
been in line to atone for the fortress i made.
'cause neither one of us could fill in our lungs.
no, the bodies know us; they’ll call the bluff.
respite.
oh, define, everywhere you've been too, and where you've been through the love, will you be by your side?
just to run and fuck then wait.
just to run the fuck away.
i see it no i...
i see it no i...
no, i see it no i...
if we confess why we belabor love and our truth,
could we then pray for our faith?
how have you grown? was it worth it? was it perfect in spite?
between all of her fodder and pearls of this world, as she turns in to cry.
just to run and fuck then wait.
just to run the fuck away.
i see it no i...
i see it no i...
no, i see it no i...
Recorded in his native Lebanon, Bachar Mar-Khalifé's latest is a moving collection of ambient soundscapes both classical and avant-garde. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2020