Lyrics Nothing Is Forgot - Maritime

Nothing Is Forgot

What wakes you up in the night?
Metaphor scenes or actual things?
When nothing is forgot
Little things
Did we escape surrender the ghost of the last grass the dusk see’s
The city is so small our bodies are graves and we’re turning
Our garden of hearts have been burning
Skin on fire
When nothing is forgot
Now blood braids our lips together where words stay
Nothing is forgot
Always, a war of kings are whispers of drums in the woods and the lowlands
The city is so small our bodies are graves and we’re turning
Our garden of hearts have been burning
Skin on fire
When nothing is forgot
Nothing is forgot (x2)
Yeah nothing is forgot
Nothing is forgot (x6)