Coming of Age Lyrics
- Genre:Experimental
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
PRE-CHORUS:
The curls, Mother:
They get more troubled each day.
V1:
Prayer as a melody
of the ever-aching heart:
escapes into infinite
pastures of the gods.
PRE-CHORUS:
The curls, Mother:
They get more troubled each day.
CHORUS:
The black quietly fades
into stranger shades
of grey.
SPOKEN WORD:
Crumbling you, held in me:
My abyss, a whirlpool cradle…
Carried your absence more wearily,
Than the presence of
your trials.
OUTRO:
The throes of longing were always,
tugging.
The Glory of White,
as shining crystals in the summer sun;
Whoever said it’d ever be easy!?
Whoever did, a fool in vain was one!