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Flowers
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Lyrics:
Picking flowers from the garden in my mind
What made them grow?
By now you know that I haven't been so kind.
I wanna know, that when it's cold, you'll still wither by my side
I wanna know, that when I'm whole, you'll forgive the part of me I left behind.
Save my tired soul
From the bitter biting cold
I don't want to feel at home when I'm alone
Shed my calloused skin
And the harm it's holding in
I don't wanna be the ghost you used to know
Give me back the sense of calm inside my chest
A panicked breath
A staggered step
I've always been a nervous wreck
Was it the pills that made me numb?
Or is it just how I've become
From the dreams where I would find you but you'd turn around and run
Keep you in my mind tucked away in my garden
Watch my flowers bloom as my soul leaves my body
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Last night I dreamed of you again, but this time, the context was unclear.
Was it a foreshadowing of my future? Or just a tunnel with light at the end?
Were we born with the curse of desire, or is it just in our bones when we're dead?
Will the fractures in our minds heal quickly, are we simply too broken to mend?
There was pain in your voice, you were hiding your eyes.
For a lingering moment I felt so alive.
My mind was like quicksand, absorbing the time.
Leaving space for our trembling hearts to divide
Tonight I'll dream of you again, but this time I'll read between the lines.
This time I'll have to be more careful to avoid the very traps that I designed.
(Brendan Murphy)
You are the cold that collects in the night air.
You are the moment before my first breath.
You are the sun and the shadows beneath it.
My brightest light and my darkest contempt.
Who'd have known that the burden you buried was the same one I'd held in my chest?
Would you guess that the flame you ignited would burn you till nothing was left?
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