Cold Sweat from Orchid Mantis by Elizabeth Devlin

Cold Sweat

Three things that I see, three things to touch
three things that I hear, will it be enough?
Tether me to moments when the now escapes my grasp.
Count all the externals while internals detach.

Lead me from the dance floor, lead me to my bed.
Take me from the party, that is what she said.
Keep me in the quiet, lock me in the tallest tower
Wrap me in good intentions, hold me in this dark hour.

Far off float horizons, I will walk the beach
Passing through the forest, keep me in your reach
Feathered friends they fly 'cross countries, far across the seas
Tie my balloon heart to your wrist, save me from this breeze.

Lead me from the dance floor, lead me to my bed.
Take me from the party, that is what she said.
Keep me in the quiet, lock me in the tallest tower
Wrap me in good intentions, hold me in this dark hour

• Acoustic
• Ambient
• Americana
• Avente-garde Folk
• Experimental
• Folk
• Indie
• New York