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The Joy Formidable

The Brook

 

The Brook

(album: Hitch - 2016)


On the Great Blue Hill
All the distance died, I became your water
As the atlas falls
Let's start running over, smoothing every stone
You, move, touch
Every sacred trace, I want to lose control, give you the underneath
You, us, here
I feel it tracing everywhere
Just take all of me

Maybe the brook won't save me
It's racing at my side
But I know
I only run high to low
Maybe the brook won't carry a heavy heart that's grown
And I know
I only run high to low

Forget the echo below
Come to the sound that you know
That will never leave
I'm in love with vanishing
I'm in love with what could have been
And it's not real

You, move, touch
Every sacred trace, I want to lose control, give you the underneath
You, us, here
I feel it tracing everywhere
Just take all of me

Maybe the brook won't save me
It's racing at my side
But I know
I only run high to low
Maybe the brook won't carry a heavy heart that's grown
And I know
I only run high to low

You're here with me
Alive with me
A glowing hearts that blinds the tired game
I'm shame
Oh this valley holds your name

Baby
This tower put me in the clouds
What did I see

I saw further than ever before
Stitches of fields from the cliffs to the moors
And across our garden, from the town to the estuary
It falls quick into the pale blue sea
Where everything becomes nothing

Maybe the brook won't save me
It's racing at my side
But I know
I only run high to low
Maybe the brook won't carry a heavy heart that's grown
And I know
I only run high to low

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