Shearwater - Leviathan, Bound lyrics

rate me

The hollow light is still on the fields

where the winter has warmed

and the snows have drained away.

And the hunter's cry is still on the air

as the bullet flies home

and the heart that's pierced with it.

Still is racing.

Still is racing, all alone.

The silver shoals of the light in the deep

brush the glitterin skein

where the great, dark body writhes.

And the trembling jaw, the unfathoming sounds

of leviathan, bound,

as his heart, though weakening.

Still is racing

Still is racing, all alone.

All alone.

You are racing.

You are racing, alone.