From my album "Something Underwater", released August 21st 2022.
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I remember being born today
Awaking from my little death
I remember everything like new
Enough so that there's nothing left
I saw what makes a person change
I learned where it originates;
(I'm crashing and burning)
Inside a person who has now
Become too dense to navigate
(and I never know my way around)
The stories that they used to tell
Would shake us to the core
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
I remember hanging from the floor
Helpless in our invention
I was too afraid to look around
For if invention had killed him
From the broken window I was born
Evening of the 5th of November
Running up the hill of my demise
The old one killed in mid-winter
Like stories that they told to us
But none like this before
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
And when he saw me I pretended not to care
But by bomb or little death I knew that he was scared
But I know if he had died then I’d forget to live (with myself)
And I think if I had died then he’d never forgive (himself)
The stories that they used to tell
But none like this before
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
https://thisistheglasshouse.bandcam.....ing-underwater
I remember being born today
Awaking from my little death
I remember everything like new
Enough so that there's nothing left
I saw what makes a person change
I learned where it originates;
(I'm crashing and burning)
Inside a person who has now
Become too dense to navigate
(and I never know my way around)
The stories that they used to tell
Would shake us to the core
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
I remember hanging from the floor
Helpless in our invention
I was too afraid to look around
For if invention had killed him
From the broken window I was born
Evening of the 5th of November
Running up the hill of my demise
The old one killed in mid-winter
Like stories that they told to us
But none like this before
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
And when he saw me I pretended not to care
But by bomb or little death I knew that he was scared
But I know if he had died then I’d forget to live (with myself)
And I think if I had died then he’d never forgive (himself)
The stories that they used to tell
But none like this before
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
Category Music / Rock
Species Donkey / Mule
Gender Male
Size 120 x 119px
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