The Lover Asks For Forgiveness Because of His Many Moods - demo

I'm moving in to a new space
But the predators follow the pioneers
When they see that the path is cleared

So I suspend my metabolism
And from the top of a mountain
I thrust myself into the safety of space

And try not to sink back down
With the pressure

Slow stepping until I see you again

But if I never wring my hands
iI I never wring my hands
To whom shall I give myself?
To what shall I give myself?

If I never find out what won't grow
If I never learn the word for the smell
Of when it's about to rain
The soil churning in wait

Slow stepping until I see you again

An unused time machine
Washes up on our shore
The champagne swallowed down
Instead of christened on the bow

I could be your Mother Nature
And you'd circle the sun
I'm so sorry about the winter



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Writer(s): Adam Roney
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