Someone is calling her shorewards Much like horses Raising dogs will sing to me Hold back the tears in my comfort We move forwards In these pauses, the storm corrodes Maps of a lift to the scaffold On a nursery floor Begs aloud not to stay Cut from the stone in the quarry This old friend of mine In his silence, the storm corrodes Passed on, the second hand slips outwards Born in the curve, the song drips endless Thrown out, the boy believes the secret Grown up, the dogs begin to reach it
Someone is calling her shorewards
Much like horses
Raising dogs will sing to me
Hold back the tears in my comfort
We move forwards
In these pauses, the storm corrodes
Maps of a lift to the scaffold
On a nursery floor
Begs aloud not to stay
Cut from the stone in the quarry
This old friend of mine
In his silence, the storm corrodes
Passed on, the second hand slips outwards
Born in the curve, the song drips endless
Thrown out, the boy believes the secret
Grown up, the dogs begin to reach it
It’s a beautiful song, with some stunning lyrics.
Powerful music indeed