A Remedy and a Fever
Quelle: Spotify
Chasing time, thats buried in
Rank and lodged, and paused
And held at arms length
With the season, comes the fathers line
With the son, comes the fall
A blank portrait, a son believed
A sun was led and watch, weathered
For the absence of light
How to measure where the years have brought you
And speak to decide, black from south
You were taken away, dropped and mistrusted
Burned in the sun
PUSH AND RELEASE
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