North Atlantic Oscillation - Soft Coda | Текст песни

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• North Atlantic Oscillation
• Soft Coda

Looking to the glide of your hands
With their history quenched
No explainable source
For the depths to cite

Floating on the peaks of your wake
That the ocean took back
Greedy for a theme
And your kindness aswell

No forcefield acts on bones inside
You said in a soft coda,
I'm not yet done

Everytime your legacy chimes
It's a jubilee
And a funeral march
And the question why

This would be the day that you came
To our revelling town
To ignite our minds
There would be different tears

No forcefield acts on bones inside
You said in a soft coda,
We almost won.