1. |
Lucy
04:21
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there is no words
to fill this emptiness of yours
I can't bear your grief
I cannot wear those black dresses of yours
sound escaped as I wasn't there
on the nighty night, all driven in flames
if I write all the words I'd say if I dare
it's like a comet that had fallen through here
it showed us we're all driven in fear
I don't know how to guide you but I can be near
to you
fading to the black
bittersweet and sour
roses in a shade
where they cannot grow a flower
writing in a sand
your babies' little hand
that squeezes your finger
day is slowly done
soon there will be other
let me kiss your hair
like it did your mother
at the edge of bed
a silence of a flat
the sound that lingers
it's not your first, neither your last
you know cuz you've learnt from the past
your shoulders sore
where life comes slow, death strikes fast
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2. |
catsong
03:40
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it's about the time
a cat rolls at my ankles
it's a ball of a fear
it's a ball of knuckles
I tried to hear it
with your trembling voice on a phone
makes me realise the abyss, makes me realise you're alone
with my hands tied behind my backs
I am scribbling, I'm loosing a track
of thoughts of yours, a result and a cause
and a dream, stitched to the sky as a peach
too high, too hard to reach
it's moving time although you don't really want it
with the list of things you've never planned to have
and your spare and your cuttings and the voice in a head that says
"you should've done this, you should've done that"
but I know you're bound to the open sky
I know you search for the warmth and drouth
when I am not looking, I know you cry
to forget what you miss, to get out of this
world that posses cuz loving ain't easy
it's a bound of meaningful manners to teach
in the day, in the night
two hearts, two hands to reach
it's about the time
cat rolls at your feat
it's a ball of fur
it's a ball of heat
what you've learned
when you need you'll be needed
embrace your heart to feed it
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myth of us
03:20
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some names
03:13
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things I'm missing
03:36
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Barbora Hora Brno, Czechia
Songwriter
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