
Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Record label: 6131
Song language: English
Myths |
Suddenly my senses slip away |
What is it they always say, turn another page? |
But everything I see Is full of saccharine similes |
That makes my spirit ache, and now I feel it everyday |
It’s the dizzy spell I meet at the edges of belief |
And It’s the sound of my heart pounding |
Swelling up in me when I’m too scared to leave |
It’s a hallelujah |
And I’m learning how to sing |
There’s a quiet chorus |
Bleeding into everything |
And someday soon the day is going to come |
My flickering flame, dancing for rain that doesn’t pour |
Chasing shimmers on the desert floor |
And I keep coming back for more |
But there’s no garden from the seeds |
And I’m starving for meaning |
But there’s a weight and there’s a worth |
To every myth you make to kill the constant ache |
And there’s a hallelujah |
And I’m learning how to sing |
It’s a growing chorus |
Bleeding into everything |
And someday soon the day is going to come |
And you’ll be buried in the weight |
Gather all your rage |
And take a swing |
Until you find your own way |
Carry everything into another day |
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Curbside | 2018 |
June | 2014 |
Part of the Act | 2014 |
Anything But Blue | 2014 |
Minor Acts of Cannibalism | 2015 |
The Things We Lose | 2018 |
Daydreams | 2015 |
Lazarus | 2020 |
Every Sun, Every Moon | 2020 |
Silent Ceremony | 2020 |
The Silver Cord | 2020 |
Keepsake | 2018 |
Big Sound | 2020 |
Ordinary Pain | 2020 |
The Things I Never Say | 2018 |
Parking Tickets | 2018 |
Communion | 2018 |
The Things I Never Said | 2020 |
Small Talk | 2018 |
Death Is Close | 2020 |