The Clamour

The clamour of their boots and tongues
The clamour of their boots and tongues
The clamour of their boots and tongues
The clamour of their boots and tongues

Way west, can be my only grace
Half of me, has always drifted up too high
Lay your memories to waste
They are big and they are beautiful
But the Sun comes from tomorrow
In the morning what you feel
What you borrow and what you steal from the night before
You pay with all your innocence
And never breathe and never rest
And flailing, run from strange requests

Though melody is lost, rhythm never goes away
From beat to beat, hour to hour, day to day
So push yourself east if you believe you can be whole
Or praise that broken jewel of imperfection

Your Soul

And the clamour of their boots and tongues



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Peter Relf
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