Oh be still, oh be quiet
Let the sun fade into night
No sounds, no light
Like flies in a jar
We are mostly homeless

Give me whiskey, give me wine
And an unfaithful sky
Give me scars of the dark
I will have no choice
But to remember

Punish me with the cruelest summer

And like regret inside
Let it strike, let it strike
My body fast
Like a cold rain
Let it take over
It will be quicker than any movements
Our bodies could offer

Punish me with the cruelest summer

Terrify me with silence
Make me desperate
Let me wake alone
Make me cry rivers
You can rest your head at night
Knowing I have deserved it

Like flies in a jar
I am mostly homeless
Except for this vanishing
Heart of darkness

Lyrics submitted by artslut

Telling The Hour song meanings
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