The Silence from Forgotten Songs by Audra Sergel

You've got plenty to say
I see it creepin' up your tongue.
A week's worth of melting, your eyes are so telling
You're damn near on the run.
You're on the run.

There's a quiet fire burning
Wherever you last saw your heart
It sings in a whisper, it creeps like a victor
The ache pulls us apart

If the silence doesn't get to us, the flame from afar surely will
Contempt breeds so slowly, it devours the holy
Watch the edge dear, we're bound to spill
We're bound to spill

It's a game of rush and roulette
Do we stay or do we go?
There's too much to carry and we cannot bury these embers as we go.

If the silence doesn't get to us, the flame from afar surely will
Contempt breeds so slowly, it devours the holy
Watch the edge dear, we're bound to spill
We're bound to spill

• Jazz
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Columbia