Prologue (Monuments Pt. 1)
Higher altitude is measuring how bad a fall is
Spilling consequences of a vantage point into the sea
Soaring mortar is towering a memory
Its shadow falls down
Floating over the ocean
Sore hands, building the fields, to carry on
Vain little things, heard in between
Sour thoughts, fears of the wind
Winter coming home
Above the clouds
And little seen
Spilling consequences of a vantage point into the sea
Soaring mortar is towering a memory
Its shadow falls down
Floating over the ocean
Sore hands, building the fields, to carry on
Vain little things, heard in between
Sour thoughts, fears of the wind
Winter coming home
Above the clouds
And little seen
Credits
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