Bereaved from Impermanence by Bérod

Talk, it was never enough
I saw, it was certainly not
You standing outside
Steady insights to calm
My falling
Stone walling
I'm done feeling sorry 
For myself and I, I know, I know

You've sanctified the songs inside
And since, life's been depriving it all from me

Sigh, as I fall
High side thoughts
Still hearing you saying,
"We're inside, believe, we're here."

We've been here before
And I can see that you're on it
You're gonna tell me it's over
Tell me we're done
I know that you feel it
We're dragging this on
We're falling too fast
And we're grasping at straws

You asked if I could wait a while
I said that I was sick of fighting
I can see 
There's a break in our path
Right at centre, don't you know
That we're running out of time
I can see that it's better if we end it
But I'm running and I see you getting tired of it
And now, we're pushed down this road.

Say I'm home

• Electronic
• alternative
• indie pop
• indietronica
• India