ALBUM REVIEW: Fainting Dreams – The Silence of Birds That Rarely Sing
It didn’t always have to be like this.
It didn’t always have to be like this.
Lessons I learnt before I could call it something else.
When I’m pulled down into the ground, what sky will I meet when I finally sleep?
Because our lives go only forward and we die.
Yeah, well, this goes out to them, you know who you are.
We live in spite of you.
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
My shoulder blades are tectonic plates, swimming away from my spine unbraced.
Until all are free.