Mantis - Made In Heights

Don’t worry bout my broken heart

Worry bout my broken heart

Incense and bibles

I’m running down the crystal lakes

My patience on the pavements

Pour my lament out in porcelain

Crowd my thoughts with love

Don’t worry bout my broken heart

In my chest, wherein my best

Colors bleed out all of my fragile parts

You wanna fight the craze

I wanna rise to lift this weight

Whatever price I pay

Life falls better in the blue-ness of your poor bed

Lie my forehead

Let my sweetness ride around your waist

And fault lines into goldmines

Where your blood shines cause the earth to quake

I’m seeing crazy, revelations

I’m singing lazy, incantations

I’m seeing your face, in my chalice

I’m singing your praise, in my palace

(Sweetness ride around your waist)

Don’t worry bout my broken heart

Worry bout my broken heart

Calling to you

Wasting all my good intentions

It’s alright to falter from these heights

Don’t know what you do

I’m chasing all my lost inventions

Can’t make this right as I’m floating through these heights