Surrender from Surrender by Riley Skinner

stepping over needles discarded on the sidewalk
I feel you reaching towards me like a viper, like a siren -- what
are you needing? besides the comfort of my contact?
I'll give you what I have on me, but nothing beats the moment
of sweet, sweet surrender…
sweet, sweet surrender...

even in your silence you are prescient, you are a messiah
I listened to you preach once, saying nothing from the pulpit of
a bus stop in the rain, “blessed are those who sing"
sing of surrender...
sing, sing of surrender...

maybe you were born to show us what we already knew about god
maybe you were born to show us what we already knew about love
maybe you were born to show me what I already knew about god
maybe you were born to show me what I already knew about love

please don't take me with you -- where you're going, I don't want to
I feel you reaching towards me but I can't be, I am not your
sweet surrender…
sweet, sweet surrender...

• Folk
• acoustic
• acoustic folk
• alternative
• avant-garde
• singer-songwriter
• Minneapolis