Comes in handmade card sleeve made from recycled cardboard with artwork derived from Thomas Moran's 'Entrance to the Grand Canal' and Camille Corot's 'The Gypsies'.
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lyrics
I fell asleep when the sun came to rise
and I tried to rewrite what is right and where it dies
but I’m still a child on the ground where I lie
it’s funny how the dark is reflected in the eyes of the light
I want for attention though all eyes are on mine
and my escape was addressed by a brilliant design.
but I took my gun and I shot / shot it down.
now the wounds in my side can be found in his blood on the ground.
oh the wind, it will blow it will blow
and my heart, like a stone like a stone
oh the wind, it does blow it does blow
and with the sound like the croak of a crow
Still I want for attention though all eyes are on mine
now a hole opens up in the sky.
so I took my gun and I shot / shot it down.
now the wounds in my side can be found in his blood on the ground.
oh the wind, it will blow it will blow
and my heart, be it stone be it stone?
oh the wind, now it swells as a groan
and the sound it does grow it does grow
and my voice like the kraa of a crow
like the cliffs does begin to erode
still my voice like the kraa of a crow
with my hands I must sow I must sow
count the scars, expel the lies.
we’ve used half our seven lives
but if that’s the cost to have our eyes
are you happy that we have died?
turn the page, open quotes
this the line that heaven wrote:
‘the colours right this side of earth /
I believe in second birth’