Moonshell from Greetings by Isabelle Lewis

He
Is
Foam
In a moonshell
Like fossils
Shivering
Skin and bones
Dust and stones
Black hole light
A metaphor
Count them all
Mountains fall
Count them all
Count them all
Shivering
Shivering
Shivering

In the eyes
Of me
Electric
To revive

Oh he
Oh feel

I saw
The matter
To revive
Oh he
Oh me
The dark matter
The dark matter

Oeoooooo

We follow the shades
On, on, on
And I
I follow your curves
And they
Conceal
Conceal
In petrifying days
Conceal
Conceal

And he believes
The sea to be with you
And ah you
The power of love is true

Keep walking
Keep walking

A a a a

And he believes
The sea to be

A song, that makes us forgettable,
The beauty on the shore
And everything and more to adore

There is blood on my face,
But I can see you
The reckless man I am

• Classical
• alternative
• avant-pop
• contemporary classical