Imagine if you were beaten, corralled, tortured, and subjected to the most cruelest separation from your family. How would hope manifest itself in the face of a most-certain death?
lyrics
There’s no end to the wind that blows in my head,
Fantasies spin dream begets dream,
Flowers turned inward bloom in the dark,
Awkward in repose, withered and starved.
Night after night you appear in the light,
To a crying man dyin’ whose faith is on fire,
No measure can measure the pulse that I feel,
When divinity winds send your body to me.
Now the stables are filled with stallions and mares,
Hoping to run with the desert free air,
Awakening bells lift birds from the sea,
Through mountains of music on a tremblin’ breeze.
To us they think we must differ from them,
Just look at the marking’s they’ve marked on our skin,
Wasting away these fragments of life,
The pulse of the winds guide our hearts to the light.
Wasting away in these fragments of life,
The pulse of the winds guide our hearts to the light.
credits
from Skyless Countries,
released January 27, 2016
Yvette - vocals; Eamon - bass; Rich - vocals
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