Song | North of Light's End |
Artist | Raised By Swans |
Album | No Ghostless Place |
from this moment | |
there is nothing left of us | |
maybe there never was | |
much point in hanging our hopes | |
high like daggers | |
aimed to pierce the earth’s core | |
who were we falling for | |
before we broke we glittered in the sun | |
one day | |
you’ll slip past the sleeping guards | |
through the gardens of drowned alarms | |
swallow me in your swan dive | |
fly from this house of cards | |
north of light’s end | |
where the curtain falls | |
we’re nowhere at all | |
one day | |
you’ll slip past the sleeping guards | |
through the gardens of drowned alarms | |
signal me through the cell walls | |
sing to me from afar | |
a siren in an ice storm | |
at the end of the world |
from this moment | |
there is nothing left of us | |
maybe there never was | |
much point in hanging our hopes | |
high like daggers | |
aimed to pierce the earth' s core | |
who were we falling for | |
before we broke we glittered in the sun | |
one day | |
you' ll slip past the sleeping guards | |
through the gardens of drowned alarms | |
swallow me in your swan dive | |
fly from this house of cards | |
north of light' s end | |
where the curtain falls | |
we' re nowhere at all | |
one day | |
you' ll slip past the sleeping guards | |
through the gardens of drowned alarms | |
signal me through the cell walls | |
sing to me from afar | |
a siren in an ice storm | |
at the end of the world |