My head is burning. I despise you all
The pages keep turning
No tune can catch me when i fall
It hurts to see the sunset in someone else’s eyes
But the one thing you should know is: I'm just trying to stay alive
The air is filled with blossoms
My hands are filled with thorns
Some mouths are filled with heavenly words
That's just how it is but when I think of it
My fingers turn to fists
I see buildings, pigeons everywhere
Traces of your songs are tangled up in somebody’s hair
Pieces of me are buried somewhere near this town
And some of these pieces can sometimes see the clouds
The air is filled with blossoms
My hands are filled with thorns
Some mouths are filled with heavenly words
That's just how it is but when I think of it
My fingers turn to fists
credits
from I Know Winter Well,
released June 5, 2015
Janna Leise: Vocals, guitar / Jan Erichson: Drums / Karl Odlum: Tombourine, double bass
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