I’m becoming a wandering bull
With strong young bones
And I get scared
That all the space will just fold away
I’m becoming a growing tide
Born from hopeless rain
And I shout for air
While the coast falls away
You couldn’t hold me back
If you used golden chains
Goodbye
To blood for reason
Goodbye
To our young bones
Goodbye
To our course
We pull at golden chains
I’m becoming a dull tipped arrow
Aimed a marble chest
And I shout wind
To steer me off course
You couldn’t pull me back
If you used golden chains
Goodbye
To blood for reason
Goodbye
To our young bones
Goodbye
To hopeless rain
We pull at
Goodbye
To blood for reason
Goodbye
To our course
Goodbye
To hopeless rain
We pull at golden chains
Powerful vocals and affecting lyrics, this is magnificent stuff. Thank you for sharing your art with us Reb!
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