Steve Von Till - A Life Unto Itself | Текст песни

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• A Life Unto Itself

I will leave, but hurt myself
On the backside, the backside of the mountain
Where the autumn lives, boat rise through me
And opened backbones of highways and rivers
In the wake of this revelation
The wilderness of winds thrown back alas (?!)
In the unseen same ring, and the heron's final turn
I lower my head, stricken by the awe of it all

(Chorus)
Bury me in some ancient ruin
That my life might be waiting for a ride
Carve me in stone, throw my kin
Throats ___________(?)

(Verse 2)
Though I have been (in) this rain before
I've completely lost, lost my barrings
When will I ever learn to trust my own directions?
When I've lost my way, she always finds me
A life unto itself, this hype to see
The night gets ripped in rain by waves of darkness
To stand tall and true to unseen
And I knew the deepest parts of your all being

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