The Dear Hunter - His Hands Matched His Tongue скачать видео бесплатно

Artist: The Dear Hunter

Song: His Hands Matched His Tongue

Album: Act I.: The Lake South, The River North

Lyrics:

A long walk home, riddled with regret

Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe

That in time I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me

An unearthy void collapsed, exposing what was trapped

To release this serendipitous discern

The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof

Belated conversation saturate anticipation for the answers that simply won't come

But not I, I won't ask

Forget my place amongst the grass

The leaves and the trees remember me

ANd in my naivety it might be seen

the pale has leaks and even if

you put all your water into it

you end up with nothing left to drink

The well has gone dry and I with it

Oh, someday she'll be gone (x4)

(We'll still have a song to sing)

Sing softly, bring me to the lake

Sing softly, sing me to the lake