The Honorary Title – Dilute lyrics

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you wont be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites this song

The islands small and desolate the highway stretch towards nothingness
Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
Distance dilutes and rewrites 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 ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone
That distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
And I will pretend that you won't be gone