Straight Lines from Surrender Fields by Abigail Lily O'Hara

Let me walk
On a straight line to the sky
On a tightrope on life's edge
On the infinite trail of thorns
In all their eyes, lines biting their tails
Like ouroboros circling All
But all was never one, and alone I remain
When I walk, I walk alone

Let me drink
The dew on the forests lips
The rain under your eyelid
The liquorish cup of regrets
In all their lies, snakes biting their tails
Coiling round upon themselves
But all was never one, and alone I remain
When I drink, I drink alone

Let me rise and run
Let me stumble and tumble
On a straight line to the sky

Let me dance
The blue moonrays farewell
The late dandelion wandering
On the infinite trail of time
In all their lives, thoughts biting their tails
Like dusty rings ringing hollow
But all was never one, and alone I remain
When I dance, I dance alone

Let me rise and run
Let me stumble and tumble
On a straight line to the sky
When I sing, I sing alone

• Americana
• Experimental
• ambient
• ambient americana
• soundscape
• soundtrack
• France