Missing Time
(I thought I could remember)
(The shimmer came and I was there)
(Familiar place and time, I recognise me)
(We cannot make a sound)
(A sound)
I thought I could remember
The shimmer came and I was there
Familiar place and time, I recognise me
We cannot make a sound
A sound
Grabs at me by my roots
Condemn me from below
This dense and darkened air
It suffocates me
Like and angry slumber
I thought you could remember
The shimmer came and I was there
These disembodied saints, they recognise me
We cannot make a sound (We cannot make a sound)
Grabs at me by my roots
Condemn me from below
This dense and darkened air
It suffocates me
Like an angry slumber
But there is no
There is no wind throughout heaven
But there is no
There is no wind throughout heaven
The deadweight hangs upon us
Hangs upon us shape, and turn
To seize and hold in fits of song, this vigil heart
The deadweight hangs upon us
Hangs upon us shape, and turn
To seize and hold in fits of song, this vigil heart
An increasing hum
Burning like a fever
Burns me like a fever
An infinitude, their dim refrain
An increasing hum
Burning like a fever
Burns me like a fever
An infinitude, their dim refrain
Steps you see me tread and now I'm naked
An epitaph of death has been created
My head is hung in shame and I'm abraded
But suddenly she rises
Steps you see me tread and now I'm naked
An epitaph of death has been created
My head is hung in shame and I'm abraded
But suddenly she rises
So I cry out with hands and face upraised
Look carefully, you'll see the things they take away
Look carefully, you'll see the things they took away
They took away...
So I cry out with hands and face upraised
Look carefully, you'll see the things they take away
Look carefully, you'll see the things they took away
They took away...
(The shimmer came and I was there)
(Familiar place and time, I recognise me)
(We cannot make a sound)
(A sound)
I thought I could remember
The shimmer came and I was there
Familiar place and time, I recognise me
We cannot make a sound
A sound
Grabs at me by my roots
Condemn me from below
This dense and darkened air
It suffocates me
Like and angry slumber
I thought you could remember
The shimmer came and I was there
These disembodied saints, they recognise me
We cannot make a sound (We cannot make a sound)
Grabs at me by my roots
Condemn me from below
This dense and darkened air
It suffocates me
Like an angry slumber
But there is no
There is no wind throughout heaven
But there is no
There is no wind throughout heaven
The deadweight hangs upon us
Hangs upon us shape, and turn
To seize and hold in fits of song, this vigil heart
The deadweight hangs upon us
Hangs upon us shape, and turn
To seize and hold in fits of song, this vigil heart
An increasing hum
Burning like a fever
Burns me like a fever
An infinitude, their dim refrain
An increasing hum
Burning like a fever
Burns me like a fever
An infinitude, their dim refrain
Steps you see me tread and now I'm naked
An epitaph of death has been created
My head is hung in shame and I'm abraded
But suddenly she rises
Steps you see me tread and now I'm naked
An epitaph of death has been created
My head is hung in shame and I'm abraded
But suddenly she rises
So I cry out with hands and face upraised
Look carefully, you'll see the things they take away
Look carefully, you'll see the things they took away
They took away...
So I cry out with hands and face upraised
Look carefully, you'll see the things they take away
Look carefully, you'll see the things they took away
They took away...
Credits
Writer(s): Ashleigh Semkiw, Colin Parrish
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