Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head Stone , by - Kristoff Krane. Release date: 10.07.2017
Song language: English
Head Stone |
| Young / father gave me a gun |
| Said, ‘ you’re gonna' have a choice ' |
| I pointed it at the sun |
| Lowered a couple inches / finger sticking to trigger |
| Yellow bird on a limb / I shot her between the lungs |
| Done / barely made a sound |
| As she fell through the air / hit ground |
| Grandfather’s face embodied disappointment |
| Bullet shells in the snow / his eyes, I did avoid them |
| Old soul / we approached slow |
| Blood stains seeped through a yellow fur coat |
| Knelt down / she had no chance |
| Held her warm body inside my cold hands |
| Hearing long winded songs she had once sung |
| Looking down at the dirt that had been dug |
| Put her in the the hole, looked up at that sun |
| Pointed that hurt at myself and hung… |
| My head low/ |
| Nothing is set in stone |
| Written on that headstone |
| These empty hands stay closed |
| When it’s time to let go |
| I did what I could to cope / all night |
| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight |
| Living underneath those bones |
| Hang my head low |
| Nothing is set in stone |
| Written on that headstone |
| Looking back at that dusty road |
| When it’s time to let go |
| We did what we could to cope / all night |
| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight |
| Watch the scenery unfold |
| Scanned the forest trying to put a wing to the song |
| Feel like a feather on the breathe of God |
| Stretched out limb to limb sky opened up above |
| Blood moon / starlight |
| Frozen water that I’m treading on |
| Spark flame / I march to the grave |
| Dark cave / arch angels awake |
| Hot craze / I change with the shape |
| Star gaze / heart is a maze |
| Navigated rooms of a thick skull |
| No windows / womb to tomb where the wind blows |
| Digging deep through the ruins with a pitchfork |
| And when I finally came too, I was in for it |
| Stomach and knees in knot |
| Energy freeze / it’ll thaw / steam in a pot |
| Time to put the keys in the lock |
| Not leaving ‘till I can see clean through the fog |
| Weave in and out between seasons / amnesia |
| The cycles are endless / I sharpen my spear tip |
| I’ve been here before, this is merely survival |
| On the hunt for, unforgotten dreams that were lost |
| I am the target on hunt for the weapon |
| The movement is simple / soon learned to be difficult |
| Distorted thinking from wishful to dismal |
| Extremes left me blinded / can’t run from diseases we caught |
| Washed clean |
| Swelling in the backbone |
| Ooooooo |
| Heavy heart, headed back home |
| Ooooooo |
| Blue spark in a black hole |
| Ooooooo |
| Keys in the lock |
| Starving for that daylight |
| Nothing is set in stone |
| Diggin' my own grave sight |
| Looking back at the past I know |
| As it slowly fades right |
| Through the cracks of unknown / all light |
| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight |
| Living underneath those bones |
| Snake can’t see when it’s shedding skin |
| That just means that he’s ready to strike |
| A tall entity, like a small enemy |
| Sees it’s all everything |
| Means that I’m setting my sights |
| Upon anything |
| Sinking both teeth / medicine |
| Spread thin / breathe / thick smoke |
| Poison / free / heaven is |
| So deep / deep, we go |
| Surrounded in a botanical garden with anacondas pirañas |
| All sorts of immortal monsters to conquer |
| The blue water is rising higher |
| The harder I try keep my level head above it |
| I cut a double edge sword out |
| Grew / two sets of new horns |
| Unsettled / new mortar and pestle |
| Plucking peddles / fill the gut up with edible |
| Luke warm heavy-metals / build a pedestal |
| Watch authority crumble into puddles of celestial |
| Perception nexus / extraterrestrial |
| Wet / elemental message / guess I’ll never know |
| Wrote / sent a letter home in hopes that I could let 'em know |
| How I cope with the changes in the whether, its inevitable |
| Blood in the snow |
| Standing alone in the cold, clutching a stone |
| On the hunt to let go / but I know that there’s nothing I need |
| Something I want |
| No where to go / nothing to hold |
| Head to the stone / headed home |
| Head to the stone / headed home |
| Head to the stone / headed home |
| Head to the stone / headed home |
| I hang my… |
| My head low/ nothing is set in stone |
| Written on that headstone |
| These empty hands stay closed |
| When it’s time to let go |
| I did what I could to cope / all night |
| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight |
| Living underneath those bones |
| Hang my head low |
| Nothing is set in stone |
| Written on that headstone |
| Looking back at that dusty road |
| When its time to let go |
| We did what we could to cope / all night |
| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight |
| Watch the scenery unfold |
| Do you know where you are? |
| Look at the fire |
| Look at the star |
| Do you know who we are? |
| Look at the fire |
| Look at the star |