Catherine Feeny - Windchime | Текст песни

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• Catherine Feeny
• Windchime

I left all my records down south
and my warm clothes in a dusty box
my worlds a blown out empty house
and it comes as a shock to know that I'm the one who made it that way.

help me help me, I've fallen.
cant you hear me calling, calling,
I'm like a wind chime singing for the sunshine,
I want the world to know, I can do better than this.

mother you've a kind hand, and a cold hand.
we are split in two: I'm the best and the worst parts of you.
and judgement is a slippery sort,
it's a treacherous weapon to use.
we turn it on the ones we love and then cry for the blood that they lose.

help me help me, I've fallen.
cant you hear me calling, calling,
I'm like a wind chime singing for the sunshine,
I want the world to know, I can do better...

and it's easy to fail in the eyes of the empire.
there is a different story to tell .
you must speak words of love to yourself, so you can speak words of love to everyone else.
give give some love to yourself, so you can give give some love to the ones you love
speak words of love to yourself, so you can speak words of love to everyone else.
give give some love to yourself, so you can give give some love to the ones you love

I'm like a wind chime (x2)
I'm like a wind chime singing for the sunshine,
I want the world to know that I can do better...

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