Our Whispers in the Rushes

by Harsh Winters

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I am dead weight to your feather-lite. You're the ghost within my lungs I breathe at night I miss this hard. Your positive I'm negative its true. Hold me up and you can see right through. I miss this hard. The roses in the back yard fall they scatter to the fire burning through the wall to get to you. Heart hooked by the novocaine and smile Forever I will stare a little while. I miss this hard. I'm breaking ribs just thinking about you. Hearing blood, its chants can't be true. I miss this hard. The roses in the back yard fall they scatter to the fire burning through the wall to get to you. The earth is broke and we are falling through. I'm pulling to teeth to try and get to you. If this was meant i'll set gods house on fire.
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Oh My Bones 06:34
Oh, my bones porcelain made you held me up in life's parade But life's fell down and broke you all Oh, my bones life was so cruel. Oh, my heart born of fire you hold on as my bones tire I point my eyes to horizons tease where my heart sees beyond the trees. And we'll be safe once again before you know it. Oh, my bones would you still bend if I could wake if I could lend a hand to hold if it was caught would we be kings, a fight well fought. Oh, my love tethered fast around these words as long they last there is still time il stop those hands il wait right here where my love stands. And we'll be safe once again before you know it.
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Holster 04:27
All this light and all this colour slowly draining out of me Final letters to another sit unopened patiently And I don't understand why the ocean won't accept my hand I'm firmly stuck on land but I'm falling. If I could I would have cut the head to spite the things I've done So holster my face well with the stories for her that you tell If I could I would have. Oh my heroes oh my brothers I know you don't remember me little parts of fucked up puzzles now your splinters on the sea my memory tacks to you sporting tired eyes that you once knew do you even feel the space of the lost piece. If I could I would have cut the head to spite the things I've done So holster my face well with the stories for her that you tell If I could I would have.

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released September 2, 2020

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Mastered by Robin Sutherland at Esko Mastering

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