Annuals - Wake lyrics

rate me

Alone, I'll sit with your worry stone

The grass still feathered with snow

I'll ache my chest with your spirit's weight

Travail

And now, with frost in your eyes, you still feel fine

You swear you don't mind the itch all the time

From dawn until dusk, I sleep on the cusp

I rot in the vines

I wait for the day I've sung all my songs away

The day I lift my spirit's weight

The day I've sung all my songs away

The day I drown in my own wake

Alone, you clutch to your worry stone

The pass has filled up with snow

You ache your chest with my spirit's weight

Travail, travail

And now, with nothing but pride, you still keep dry

You shut both your eyes to remember your mind

From dawn until dusk, I sift through the dust

I tumble through time

I wait for the day I've set all my bones to fray

The day I lift my spirit's weight

The day I've sung all my songs away

The day I drown in my own wake<br />

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Thanks to razvan