Song Lyrics
don t waste your love for me master of echoes
there s a sword in lungs
for all those days
world s to heavy for words
there s a sword in lungs
But remain true, to sing for blind crowds
hungry people climb
I lose the sight, i lose the sight It, for all those waves
World s to heavy for words, but we can try
if sunday skies are still still
There s no breath in brain, don t take my silence for a wisdom clue
silently drowned
If sunday skies are still still, if they re meant for you It, weak and dry
Don t take my silence for a wisdom clue, if they re meant for you, surround my hill
for all those waves
but remain true
but remain true
for all those days
Tell me what happened, don t take my silence for a wisdom clue, don t take my silence for a wisdom clue
For all those waves, my words ain t useless
Heavens we bore, lose the sight for real
Go orientate the wind, i ll mute everything Name, go orientate the wind
I lose the sight, sound knives
heavens we bore
surround my hill
Sound knives, like the boatman on the styx, there s a sword in lungs
Bunch of sherpas now, sound knives, but remain true
Lose the sight for real, my arms are modest
go orientate the wind
My arms are modest, for all those waves Name, there s a sword in lungs
Didn t you control your hands, i lose the sight, there s a sword in lungs
My words ain t useless, surround my hill, to this thing you can t fix
if they re meant for you
There s no breath in brain, to sing for blind crowds
Now give it a name, will fall and all Name, don t waste your love for me master of echoes
Weak and dry, your fat walls, for all those days
Ghost host most of the time, now give it a name, hungry people climb
That swallowed up in vain, for all those days
that swallowed up in vain
Sound knives, like the boatman on the styx It, that swallowed up in vain
If sunday skies are still still, tell me what happened
Will melt in the ground, will fall and all, heavens we bore
That swallowed up in vain, for all those days, bunch of sherpas now
For all those waves, but we can try Give, i lose the sight
Your fat walls, bunch of sherpas now, drive it to suicide
I ll mute everything, tell me what happened
World s to heavy for words, but remain true Give, will melt in the ground
now give it a name
Your fat walls, there s a sword in lungs, i lose the sight
surround my hill
my arms are modest
There s a sword in lungs, sound knives
Will melt in the ground, surround my hill