The Akedah from Norden by Anna Westin

we’ve been travelling far you and i
across gold desert lands and under fire skies
and i’ve tasted and i’ve seen
though in between the days were lean
still water is churned from rocks
and the floods run dry

but one quarrel against you i will say
you weave stories of richness
to look forward to someday
but how weary is my heart
i’m tired of this fits and starts
the beginning of the dawning
but darkness devours day

you bring me to a place
then drop me like old clothes
you bring me to a place
then you drop me like old clothes
and i see repetition in how this story goes
it feels like you bring me to a place
then drop me like old clothes

well maybe that’s not entirely fair
folks say you’ve been good to me
so why would i swear
or smite the hand that feeds
maybe it’s just my jealousy and greed
but i think you can take these cries
they’re my desperate prayers

wait a little longer
i’ll wait a little longer...

• Folk
• acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• singer-songwriter
• vocals
• London