Silver Sieve

(альбом: Dialects - 2014)

Soldered joints
Weak at the knees
Topple my tree with the slightest breeze
They need just about all I can't give
After panning me through their silver sieve
I don't pray much but I know when I'm alive
I can't keep traditions 'cause I keep them all inside
You know just about all that I know
When it comes to sorting out which way that I should go
'Cause I...
Shake Shake
The wind blowing
A storm still waiting back behind
It's always over me
Taking its toll
My nights are long as my days grow short
Your bridge is strong that needs no support
You know just how old I am supposed to be
But I pay for living, and dreaming comes for free
Now don't think that I live for myself
Oh how I long to see the rain grace your gossamer skin
A test
Hands off
Dress soaked and sheer;
We're remembering our better years
Shake Shake
The wind blowing
A storm still waiting back behind
It's always over me
Taking its toll
Let's remember our better years
Let's define ourselves outside of the lines
Shake Shake
The wind blowing
A storm still waiting back behind
It's always over me
Taking its toll