Drifter from Part, Parcel by weareforests

Rising water,
My breath falters,
But I can't escape.
Hard to picture,
When your diction,
Can become so fake.
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You have made,
A fool out of me,
Too many times,
For me to believe,
These childish games,
I can't always play.
•
More than rain,
Falling down.
More than shadows,
On the ground,
Maybe one day,
We'll be found.
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Boundless waters,
My heart tremors,
Catacombs of grey.
Death becomes me,
Send my body,
Somewhere seasons change.
•
You have made,
A fool out of me,
Too many times,
For me to believe,
These childish games,
I can't always play.
•
More than rain,
Falling down.
More than shadows,
On the ground,
Maybe one day,
We'll be found.
•
Maybe one day I'll be found.
Maybe one day I'll be found.
Maybe one day I'll be found.

• Ambient
• ambient
• bloops
• experimental-electronic
• field-recordings
• neoclassical
• Fort Collins