A Silent Sky
- drone music
- ambient
- gaelic folk influence
- sad
- lonely
A Silent Sky
""
(Mmm-hmmm-hmmm)
(Ah-hmmm-hmmm)
I build these walls of stone and mud
To keep the biting wind at bay
But every stone I set with blood
The morning tide just washes away
The sorrow of mine is akways unheard
It washes from my destiny with no remorse
I cry out to all who may listen, but there's no word
Yet this callous world takes its useless course
And I hold my breath, no, not to cry
And I hold my tongue firmly 'til it's sore
I lift my worn out face to this silent sky
Does anyone even watch us anymore?
From my first breath, 'twas crooked start
A tangled string of sorrow, a cursed seed
What sin was written on my unwanted heart?
To earn this unloved life of constant need?
it seems like life is some sin and secret
For my own word was never my own
The caves of my choice has no inlet
For wasn't my unborn birth chewed up bone?
This world is not just sleeping, no
It's churned up in its broken design
A cruel, reformed and customised show
no destined part of it was ever mine
There's nothing I can do
(Mmm-hmmm)
There's nothing
(hmmm-mmm)
It's just met its turning time
(Ah-hmmm-hmmm)
I build these walls of stone and mud
To keep the biting wind at bay
But every stone I set with blood
The morning tide just washes away
The sorrow of mine is akways unheard
It washes from my destiny with no remorse
I cry out to all who may listen, but there's no word
Yet this callous world takes its useless course
And I hold my breath, no, not to cry
And I hold my tongue firmly 'til it's sore
I lift my worn out face to this silent sky
Does anyone even watch us anymore?
From my first breath, 'twas crooked start
A tangled string of sorrow, a cursed seed
What sin was written on my unwanted heart?
To earn this unloved life of constant need?
it seems like life is some sin and secret
For my own word was never my own
The caves of my choice has no inlet
For wasn't my unborn birth chewed up bone?
This world is not just sleeping, no
It's churned up in its broken design
A cruel, reformed and customised show
no destined part of it was ever mine
There's nothing I can do
(Mmm-hmmm)
There's nothing
(hmmm-mmm)
It's just met its turning time