Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not the Night Wind, artist - Nana Grizol. Album song South Somewhere Else, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Record label: Arrowhawk Records & Don Giovanni
Song language: English
Not the Night Wind |
Morning breeze comes blowing in as pressure starts to fade |
Me I wake up early now, I know it’s a cliche |
Oh but you’ll never find me sleeping at the end of any day |
It’s far too much to find my primed imagination |
It wonders through the night despite my petty protestations |
But you’ll never know I won’t disclose the worried state I’m in |
I do so value my composure it’s unclear where to begin |
Between the headlines read and endless dread or anxious moments when |
I just interpret with the best faith that I can |
But uncertainty unwelcome always comes to foil my carefulest laid plans |
There are things we didn’t ever used to talk about |
The excitement in the evening just before the stars came out |
Like the rustling in the shadows in the park |
Like how we wandered off alone to find what we feel in the dark |
Like how it doesn’t just get easy 'cause you start |
With your head laid on the shoulder of some boy you barely knew |
Your unsleeping mind meandered through the things you did and didn’t do |
And uncertain in the morning you’d remember it was true |
And on the wings of it you flew into the next town |
For the next few days you smiled and said you’re glad you came around |
Oh but the blowback’s never easy when you’re not sure what it means |
The flipside of euphoria is still this mess it seems |
And when you found a path less traveled doubt just climbed inside your dream |
There’s always something saying you’re not obeying |
Some central laid out principles of being |
I wanna say we are a people ever aching from self doubt |
Not that it’s so unique, it’s just a thing to think about |
I mean our parents model virtues of the workplace of the house |
But not the night and not the road and not the family we find out in the cold |
Not to be tender-hearted sending our fear usefulness when old |
And you wondered what it meant to be politically queer |
So when I’m lost within my longing is it politics I hear? |
But the way you felt so strong among the ones you held so dear |
It wasn’t home it’s someplace that you could believe in |
Now the rents are rising and your closest friends are leaving |
Over the things we didn’t ever used to talk about |
Like how pretenses and purity just drenched us in self doubt |
Like how we arrive imperfect as we are |
Like how the night wind felt more changeable than cold and distant stars |
Like how sometimes it just all still seems so far |