Sweep lyrics

Song information

Artist: Blue Foundation
Album: Sweep Of Days

Lyrics

The floor you walk on is smooth. there is no ground there
Magic begins with blood. outside, there are trees
With concrete under their roots. but I have passed the tombs of kings
Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash
My fingertips opening, accepting my time

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, i'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, i'm your shadow
Howling in the streets

Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar. your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger. you'd be happier in your grave
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see
I see a semi-circle of teeth

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, i'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, i'm your shadow
Howling in the streets

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"Sweep Of Days" album track list