
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Song language: English
The Summit |
No follow up to break clean |
Just bruise and endings. |
We hungered right under our coats. |
And it was there that blood rose |
To spread and darken. |
All days it churned and with every word |
From the ground I begged for a summit. |
All limbs were still and through every chill |
In the cold I begged for a summer. |
Failure taught us to temper. |
Their empty words were labored, |
Were ours in mirrors. |
So silent we make our move now. |
All bitter taste we wash down |
And reach for their hands. |
On days it churns we keep all those words |
On the ground and gaze at the summit. |
Our climb is long and we know our faults. |
With their eyes I look to the summit. |
Name | Year |
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April Blades | 2016 |
Collector | 2016 |
Dark Matter | 2016 |
How to Be Young | 2016 |
These Days | 2016 |
Let It Dry | 2016 |
All Burn | 2016 |
Transit | 2016 |
To Battle an Island | 2016 |