lyrics
Time is a roaming bird,
Flying over my head,
Trails over valleys and earth,
Talk to me oh kindness,
Talk to me, talk to me,
Talk to me, oh kindness,
Can't you see, can't you see,
Your eyes are all but blinded.
We are walking in circles,
Led in line like our own circus,
How could we have not seen the possibilities.
Monologues on stereo speakers,
Tuning in onto both ears,
What have we become,
What have we become,
Just a shadow of ourselves.
Grace is a lost reserve,
Laid to rest and forgotten,
Replaced by agendas to serve,
To fall in line without question,
So question me, question me,
question me, oh kindness,
What have we left in these,
Threads of hurt and judgement.
We are walking in circles,
Led in line like our own circus,
How could we have not seen the possibilities.
Monologues on stereo speakers,
Tuning in onto both ears,
What have we become,
What have we become,
Just a shadow of ourselves.
credits
from
GOLD,
released January 29, 2020
Written, arranged & performed by Asela Perera
Acoustic Guitar arranged & performed by Asela Perera
Bass arranged & performed by Nishan Daniel
Drums arranged & performed by Christopher Perera
Produced by Asela Perera
Mixed & mastered by Nishan Daniel at Hitfactory
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