Lyrics Daunting Daughters - Cloud Rat

Daunting Daughters

This place feels different somehow
Inside eight walls stretched long
Discourse of highness — Herbal attraction
Fell into my hands… Daydreaming things that are sad
I ask myself why?
Who am I questioning?
Who?
There’s no one in front of me
Just breathe the breath
Like a wind I couldn’t find
Like a wind in winter’s time
Daunting daughters we’re trying to help
Anya Mama glacial
Such a sad face…
She’s got such a sad face to see when she’s sleeping