Swallow
Somebody hear me I'm just a swallow
With warmth and memory, the wind will fallow
Nobody fears me I'm just a swallow
With themes of history, the hate will hollow you
Insiders will come through
Inside us screams so true
Inside us me for you
Somebody follows, somebody follows
The thing that I make is almost pretending
The thoughts that I take, always ascending
These dreams in my head, the things that I dread
The level that wants the part of what takes
Somebody hear me I will not follow
With gold and misery, there goes the swallow
Nobody fears me I'm just so hollow
With might and mystery
Here comes the swallow too
Insiders will come through
Inside us screams so true
Inside us me for you
Somebody follows, somebody follows
The thing that I make is almost pretending
The thoughts that I take, always ascending
These dreams in my head, the things that I dread
The level that wants the part of what takes
The wish is and then I believe
It's all that I have it's all that I see
The part of your hand on your head
It's pulling away it's here to stay
The thing that I make is almost pretending
The thoughts that I take, always ascending
These dreams in my head, the things that I dread
The level that wants the part of what takes
With warmth and memory, the wind will fallow
Nobody fears me I'm just a swallow
With themes of history, the hate will hollow you
Insiders will come through
Inside us screams so true
Inside us me for you
Somebody follows, somebody follows
The thing that I make is almost pretending
The thoughts that I take, always ascending
These dreams in my head, the things that I dread
The level that wants the part of what takes
Somebody hear me I will not follow
With gold and misery, there goes the swallow
Nobody fears me I'm just so hollow
With might and mystery
Here comes the swallow too
Insiders will come through
Inside us screams so true
Inside us me for you
Somebody follows, somebody follows
The thing that I make is almost pretending
The thoughts that I take, always ascending
These dreams in my head, the things that I dread
The level that wants the part of what takes
The wish is and then I believe
It's all that I have it's all that I see
The part of your hand on your head
It's pulling away it's here to stay
The thing that I make is almost pretending
The thoughts that I take, always ascending
These dreams in my head, the things that I dread
The level that wants the part of what takes
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Pienaar
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