I sit alone in rooms filled up with bodies,
They tumble, crumble, disappear,
I can't escape, the thoughts that keep on falling,
Out of my mouth and into your ear,
They tumble, crumble, disappear,
Tumble, crumble, disappear.
I am alone, trapped in my own safety,
It burns me, turns me, disappears,
I keep on, coming up for air,
But my mouth is full of nails,
and there's nowhere safe to spit them out,
It burns me, turns me, disappears,
Tumble, Crumble, Disappear.
I live in a bottomless pit,
Where my heart just ticks and ticks,
Though my blood is frozen thick.
I keep on, coming up for air,
But my mouth is full of nails,
And there's nowhere safe to spit them out.
It burns me, turns me, disappears.
I hope you still believe in my blunder,
Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I wonder,
I sit alone, quietly and somber,
Hoping that your hands will wash over me again and,
Fill up the space that is digging it's way through me,
Cause only you knew me,
Only you knew me,
But you burned me turned me, burned me turned me,
Burned me turned me, disappeared.
credits
from Swords,
released July 1, 2017
Vocals- Eden Page
Guitar- Eden Page
Cello- Gene Ellerby
A moody, enveloping record from Zane Coppard, where dense and intricately crafted atmospheres cradle yearning vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2021