History (When the Storms Would Come 2016)

Текст песни Holy Holy - History (When the Storms Would Come 2016)

All I want is to hold a little piece
Of HISTORY
Between my teeth
It's cold and hard, like mother's grief
I'd risk it all just to feel my burning skin
The water's cool and closing in
The dark pulls black and let it in
And the cloven tongue of fear
Exactly at your ear
At night
And the only risk you take
Is that all of your mistakes survive

All this time, as I try to understand
I realized what I believe has moved again
And what are we, if not bones and blood and teeth
We're memories, in perfect films of who we've been
And the cloven tongue of fear
That's softly at your ear
At night!
And the only risk you take
Is that all of your mistakes survive

All I want is to hold a little piece
Of HISTORY
Between my teeth
It's cold and hard like mother's grief
You know I'd risk it all
Just to feel my burning skin
The water's cool and closing in
The dark pulls black and let it in
And what are we, if not bones and blood and teeth
We're memories, in perfect films of who we've been
And we could try, and we could crawl
And we could die, and we will crawl