Flat Tire

Ripples on the water
Crows are flying high tonight
Raindrops are falling
Way over fields of hollow ground

Ashes from my mother
Pouring down to meet the tide
Reaching the corner
Down on the northern mountain side

Hide the thunder
Like the prey hides from the predator's mouth

Take the hand
That will give you what will be your last dance

Oak trees on the border
Cracking turns to join the hunt
Thickening armor
Blackburned blood runs from their eyes

Fight me down
Like the priest's ear fights the sound

Ashes from my mother
Ashes from my brother
Ashes from my father
Ashes from my mother
Ashes from my brother
Ashes from my father

Digged the roots out of their graves
Things will never be the same



Credits
Writer(s): Bergkvist Ebba Maerta Elisabeth, Bjoernehult Korning Bjoern Anders Erik, Edgren Erik Carl Viktor, Danielsson Randolph Adam Paer William
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