
Date of issue: 29.05.2017
Song language: English
Small Box |
I feel my lungs fill as I drop closer to the cold sea bed |
My right palm aches as I crush it back and forth into my head |
The rays of the sun they jitter on my pale blue skin |
Distorted by the waves that make their way towards the bay |
pushing outwards on these walls |
but they don’t move an inch |
they just seem to get closer |
dig my grave, dig it, I’m ready |
Breeze. |
Blocks. |
Breeze blocks in my head. |
Push. |
Me. |
Push me off the edge. |
Breeze. |
Blocks. |
Breeze blocks in my head. |
Push. |
Me. |
Push me off the edge. |
Name | Year |
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Mourn | 2019 |
Different Creatures | 2019 |
Against the Rain | 2019 |
Middle of March | 2019 |
End of the Line | 2019 |
Everyone Out | 2019 |
Boot on a Thistle | 2019 |
Scissors | 2019 |
The Boy Who Stood Above the Earth | 2017 |
Reconciliation | 2017 |
Answer Machine | 2017 |