
Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Song language: English
Bees |
There’s a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony |
And the less of it I need, the more I get |
'Til I’m swept up by the shape of all the centuries |
Like an echo in the chambers of my chest |
I think she fears I’ll be a servant to my history |
Or worse, a slave to someone else’s misplaced doubts |
So I try too hard to kill what’s out to kill me |
'Til I’m blind and hiding in the lion’s mouth |
And the words she aches to hear pour through my canyon |
And they’re singing in the caverns of my limbs |
And though I do my best to try to understand them |
They only follow me like vultures in the end |
I once read that I should write something worth reading |
Or I should do something worth writing about |
And as my ears they buzz like bees upon the ceiling |
I start to pour a little more than I’m allowed |
I said our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories |
She said «this harvest might sustain us for a year» |
And of all the thousand ways the world could tempt me |
I’ve never met a better fighter than her fear |
So as I try to breathe the air that she is breathing |
And we dance a lightless dance upon my floor |
I am burning to tell her she’s all i’m needing |
But i’m drowned out by all the noise outside the door |
Carried by the current of the morning |
Miles below the surface of the dawn |
This is not the place that I was born in |
But it doesn’t mean it’s not the place where I belong |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Brother ft. The Ballroom Thieves | 2016 |
Archers | 2015 |
Bullet | 2015 |
Oak | 2015 |
Anchors | 2015 |
Here I Stand | 2015 |
The Loneliness Waltz | 2015 |
Trouble | 2017 |
Bury Me Smiling ft. The Ballroom Thieves | 2016 |
Wolf | 2015 |
Lantern | 2015 |
Oars to the Sea | 2015 |
Wild Woman | 2015 |
Saint Monica | 2015 |