Untitled Soul

(альбом: Even In The Tremor - 2019)

Oh, creator, won't you soothe my tired soul?
It's so afraid, it's so all alone
I feel the Fates weave my golden thread
Golden and glowing one alone
All my gloom on the loom

Oh, lover, won't you hold me in your hands?
I'm a little worried, I am all that I have
And I ache to be held and I want to be good
I don't wanna die, wanna be understood
All my gloom, and all my doom

Oh, Mama, won't you decode my dream?
I took the baby from your arms to dry her little tears
And when I moved the hair out of her eyes, I saw that she was me
And you cooed, "My oldest one, won't you soothe your ancient soul?
It's so afraid, it's so all alone"

Oh, lover, won't you hold me in your hands?
I'm a little worried I am all that I have
And I want to be good and I long to be loved
I wanna live, can you understand?
I am fighting a villain inside of my head
It wants the crown, it wants the title to my soul
I'll be ripe for the rotting when I finally go
Where there ain't no more me left to console

Oh, my death, won't you spare me today?
Today, I'll feel the sun, today, I'll swim the lake
I'll make something real if today you let me wait
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Something real, make something real
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Take, take all my gloom
Soothe my soul
Soothe my ancient soul
Soothe, soothe, soothe my soul
Soothe, soothe, soothe my soul
Soothe my soul
Soothe, soothe, soothe