Drown
Golden Palominos and Nicole Blackman Lyrics


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I am sick with this

His scent swims around me
Like a perfume too heavy for summer
Me lost thing
Intoxicated
Curled within him
Drowning over and over

Charmed disarmed
He comes when least expected
Sits too close
Lingers too long
Stares too deeply
And claims me with something I cannot name

Lightheaded and clean
This is a gift
Biting tongue until blood
I am sick with him

Talk goes no deeper than tonight
Words are tickets to spend time
Skin is talking to skin
Loud

I know not to go too deep
But when his hands stop
Tremble, temptation
I thrill back
Open up
Crawl walls

This woman is no man's
This man is no one's
This one is mine

In a full room, alone on a couch
He is throned
Doesn't move
Knows I will come

Smitten
It vibrates
Makes drinks tremble
Food wastes time
Cigarettes are for curling smoke
And drawing me in

This is bloody business

Guilt makes for poor postcards
So he comes in for a while
What do we know of this?

Doesn't know if he'll be allowed to stay
But he looks a while too long
And stirs the close air
Dragging me to the bottom of the lake

Couches are for excuses
And temptation
Crushed in too deep to breathe
Swoon again skin you do not know
With hands that know too much
Of what you must never say

Flesh to curl to grind
To feign sleep to balance wishes
On tongues and wait for the time
Now

Cozy he calls me
Says I smell like sweet cream
Closed eyes bring on a luscious film
Of time and silence

He tastes like stars
He feels like thunder

Regret makes you bitter
He says
Come in and swim

We disappear into a dusk
We'll never own
And never quite shake

A luscious slice
Of water
Lack of sleep makes me drift
Lake of sleep makes me wonder

He will exist
He will evaporate
I am sick with him, gone

In regret dreams he is low and sweet
Dark like a drift storm
Holding me down under the waves
Telling me not to talk
Not to move




This will only take an hour
Or two

Overall Meaning

The song "drown" by Golden Palominos and Nicole Blackman is a haunting portrayal of romantic obsession and the overwhelming desire that can consume individuals. The lyrics depict the feelings of the singer as she is entranced by a man who holds a strong power over her. The phrase "I am sick with this" suggests that the experience is almost like an illness or addiction, something that she cannot control.


The scent of the man is described like "a perfume too heavy for summer," suggesting that it is overpowering and almost suffocating. The singer is "intoxicated" and "curled within him," suggesting that she is lost in him, like drowning "over and over." However, she is also aware of the danger and risk of this attraction, knowing that "this is bloody business." The intensity of their passion is further portrayed through the physical images and sensations that are used, such as "flesh to curl to grind."


The singer is aware that this relationship will not last, and that it is founded on simply spending time together, but still cannot resist the attraction. She knows that this man is not hers and that she is not his, yet she still feels a possessive impulse. The lyrics also suggest a sense of urgency and desperation, as if the singer knows that this obsession cannot go on forever and that it will ultimately lead to her downfall.


Line by Line Meaning

I am sick with this
I am overwhelmed by my feelings for him


His scent swims around me
His smell is overpowering


Like a perfume too heavy for summer
Like a fragrance that is too strong for the season


Me lost thing
I am a person who is lost and confused


Intoxicated
I am drunk with desire


Curled within him
I am wrapped up in his arms


Drowning over and over
I am overwhelmed by my feelings for him


Charmed disarmed
I am captivated by him


He comes when least expected
He appears when I least anticipate him


Sits too close
He sits uncomfortably close to me


Lingers too long
He stays with me for an extended period


Stares too deeply
He gazes at me intently and with depth


And claims me with something I cannot name
He has a hold on me that I am unable to describe


Lightheaded and clean
I am dizzy and refreshed


This is a gift
My time with him is a rare privilege


Biting tongue until blood
I am holding back my thoughts and emotions to avoid conflict


I am sick with him
I am overwhelmed by my feelings for him


Talk goes no deeper than tonight
Our conversations are only shallow and temporary


Words are tickets to spend time
We use words to fill time and pass the hours


Skin is talking to skin
We are communicating through physical touch


Loud
Our physical passion is intense and overpowering


I know not to go too deep
I am aware that I should not become too attached to him


But when his hands stop
When he pauses his physical touch


Tremble, temptation
I feel an overwhelming urge to touch him


I thrill back
I reciprocate his passion


Open up
I allow myself to become vulnerable


Crawl walls
I become lost in my emotions


This woman is no man's
I am independent and do not belong to any man


This man is no one's
He is a free spirit and is not tied to any person


This one is mine
But I feel a strong attachment to him


In a full room, alone on a couch
Even in a crowded room, we feel alone together


He is throned
He is the center of my attention


Doesn't move
He is comfortable in his stillness


Knows I will come
He is aware of my affection for him


Smitten
I am infatuated with him


It vibrates
My passion for him resonates deeply


Makes drinks tremble
My physical presence has an impact on the environment


Food wastes time
I have no appetite when I am with him


Cigarettes are for curling smoke
Smoking is a trivial action in comparison to our passion


And drawing me in
His presence captivates me


This is bloody business
Our relationship is intense and potentially dangerous


Guilt makes for poor postcards
My guilt cannot be expressed through words


So he comes in for a while
He visits me briefly


What do we know of this?
We are unsure of where our relationship is going


Doesn't know if he'll be allowed to stay
He is uncertain of his future with me


But he looks a while too long
He lingers for too long and is hesitant to leave


And stirs the close air
His presence creates an intense atmosphere


Dragging me to the bottom of the lake
I am drowning in my emotions for him


Couches are for excuses
We are making excuses for our passion


And temptation
We are being tempted by each other


Crushed in too deep to breathe
We are overwhelmed by our emotions


Swoon again skin you do not know
I am lost in my physical passion for him


With hands that know too much
Our physical touch reveals our deep connection


Of what you must never say
Our passion is forbidden or dangerous


Flesh to curl to grind
Our bodies are intertwined in passion


To feign sleep to balance wishes
We pretend to sleep in order to balance our desires


On tongues and wait for the time
We are waiting for the right moment to act on our passion


Now
That moment is now


Cozy he calls me
He affectionately refers to me as 'cozy'


Says I smell like sweet cream
He comments on my sweet scent


Closed eyes bring on a luscious film
I am consumed by my passion when I close my eyes


Of time and silence
The moment is filled with deep emotion and quiet


He tastes like stars
His kiss tastes cosmic and profound


He feels like thunder
His touch is powerful and overwhelming


Regret makes you bitter
Regret can ruin your life


He says
He speaks


Come in and swim
Join me in my passion


We disappear into a dusk
We are lost in the moment, as if the night is all that exists


We'll never own
Our passion cannot be controlled or contained


And never quite shake
Our emotions linger even after we separate


A luscious slice
A beautiful moment


Of water
Of passion and emotion


Lack of sleep makes me drift
I am consumed by my emotions and cannot sleep


Lake of sleep makes me wonder
When I do sleep, I dream of our passion


He will exist
He will continue to live and be present in my thoughts


He will evaporate
He will eventually disappear from my life


I am sick with him, gone
I am overwhelmed by my emotions for him, even after he is gone


In regret dreams he is low and sweet
I dream of him with sadness and sweetness


Dark like a drift storm
He is mysterious and moody


Holding me down under the waves
I am struggling with my emotions for him


Telling me not to talk
He advises me to keep quiet about our passion


Not to move
To stay still and quiet


This will only take an hour
Our passion will only last a brief moment


Or two
Or a bit longer, but not much




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Written by: ANTON FIER, NICOLE BLACKMAN

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@angieormiston8028

I’m impressed 5 other people have heard this!!

@Arnaud_Wolff

beautiful song, everything is perfect here

@DanielKolbeStrange

Reminds me of Patripassian by Current 93. I like this - a lot! =D

@bellydanza85

This resonates. It is so beautiful and dreamlike.

@ogami1972

"cozy" he calls me." this album has no equal.

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"cozy he calls me...."

@Ayelis

I am sick with this
His scent swims around me
Like a perfume too heavy for summer
Me lost thing
Intoxicated
Curled within him
Drowning over and over

Charmed disarmed
He comes when least expected
Sits too close
Lingers too long
Stares too deeply
And claims me with something I cannot name

Lightheaded and clean
This is a gift
Biting tongue until blood
I am sick with him

Talk goes no deeper than tonight
Words are tickets to spend time
Skin is talking to skin
Loud

I know not to go too deep
But when his hands stop
Tremble, temptation
I thrill back
Open up
Crawl walls

This woman is no man's
This man is no one's
This one is mine

In a full room, alone on a couch
He is throned
Doesn't move
Knows I will come

Smitten
It vibrates
Makes drinks tremble
Food wastes time
Cigarettes are for curling smoke
And drawing me in

This is bloody business

Guilt makes for poor postcards
So he comes in for a while
What do we know of this?

Doesn't know if he'll be allowed to stay
But he looks a while too long
And stirs the close air
Dragging me to the bottom of the lake

Couches are for excuses
And temptation
Crushed in too deep to breathe
Swoon again skin you do not know
With hands that know too much
Of what you must never say

Flesh to curl to grind
To feign sleep to balance wishes
On tongues and wait for the time
Now

Cozy he calls me
Says I smell like sweet cream
Closed eyes bring on a luscious film
Of time and silence

He tastes like stars
He feels like thunder

Regret makes you bitter
He says
Come in and swim

We disappear into a dusk
We'll never own
And never quite shake

A luscious slice
Of water
Lack of sleep makes me drift
Lake of sleep makes me wonder

He will exist
He will evaporate
I am sick with him, gone

In regret dreams he is low and sweet
Dark like a drift storm
Holding me down under the waves
Telling me not to talk
Not to move
This will only take an hour
Or two

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