Song: Fog Over Appalachia
Viewed: 13 - Published at: 4 years ago
Artist: Wounds of Recollection
Year: 2019Viewed: 13 - Published at: 4 years ago
These souls came to Earth in tact, mesmerized in the lushness of youth
I never drank from the fountain
You never grew in my garden
Tell me what it's like in Birmingham. Do the streets wind like the roads in the mountains? Do the feral spirits still run from your touch?
Please write me one day. I hope the leaves grow greener
Please write me one day. I hope the leaves grow greener where you stay. Past Murphy and Marble, I feel further from home. But in these hills I'll decay and become new
I buried our love deep in the garden where nothing else could grow. I can look you in the eyes and know it was never meant to be
What could have been?
Now it could never be
And you feel content
So I feel content
I never drank from the fountain
You never grew in my garden
Tell me what it's like in Birmingham. Do the streets wind like the roads in the mountains? Do the feral spirits still run from your touch?
Please write me one day. I hope the leaves grow greener
Please write me one day. I hope the leaves grow greener where you stay. Past Murphy and Marble, I feel further from home. But in these hills I'll decay and become new
I buried our love deep in the garden where nothing else could grow. I can look you in the eyes and know it was never meant to be
What could have been?
Now it could never be
And you feel content
So I feel content
( Wounds of Recollection )
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