Lyrics Little Comets – Ex–Cathedra

Shake the windows and the doors
Put ex-cathedra on the floor
Because there’s a part of this
That I don’t think you’re ever

Eat your hate and burn deceit
Give fallibility your knees
And maybe redefine the question
What’s the difference
Between a woman and a man

Stand with me
Stand collected
Standing weary
Stand dejected
Stand winsome
Stand easy
Let the wind blow
Through the tall trees

As the sanguine heats your bone
You feel a joy you’ve never known
And get excited by the
Rattle and the hum of something
You don’t understand

But in the guilt of all the night
You find it’s easy unrequited
And it’s a part of me
That I don’t think you’re ever
Really going to understand

Look through me
Be tainted

On a rainswept morning
When I stared lost
For the first time
At the designs
And the centuries
In my baby’s own eyes
And I learnt more
In this moment
Than the inert
Rustings emotions
Of my twenty odd years of life
I’ve got to relay
Got to relay
Got to relay
My foundations to be humankind
And never let the winsome die

Hope is Just a State of Mind.