Album: Need for Not
here and unique
the ordinary speaking hearts
are made
without grief
without fear
without rage
without age
tensions wane
to the tender garden rain
and all I see
are arcs of light and dew
there's still this figure
she's always there
without grief
without fear
without rage
without age
tensions wane
ebb and foam lost in the wake
and all I see
here and unique
the ordinary speaking hearts
are made
without grief
without fear
without rage
at our feet
without grief
without
without
and all I see
are arcs of light and dew
all I see