Lyrics Rise - With Lions, Smith

Rise

It’s like the prospect was picture perfect
With a house and a dog and greens that flourish
Pretty little combs running through her hair
Over callouses and tears
Sentimental snares pulling back on folds
Proceeding the floods and burns
Please what I need is collapse
It was a moment of weakness but I won’t take it back
Free a constricted reprise
It was a dormancy veil that’s killing our great rise
Silly ideas pounding my inner ear
It was a repetition trance
Separating the future from there
Please what I need is collapse
It was a moment of weakness but I won’t take it back
Free a constricted reprise
It was a dormancy veil that’s killing our great rise