Black Ice from Interval by JESS SAADE

See him get in the morning
See him get in the evening
All around town

Little have a pity
As the day was freezing pretty
Black ice all about

Pause, pause
Pause, pause
Pause, pause
Pause, pause
Go

I can’t I’m stuck
I can’t I’m stuck
I can’t I’m stuck
I’ve done a bad thing
I’m incapacitated
I feel the walls are crumbling
I feel the walls are crumbling
I feel the walls are crumbling
I feel

Oh, it’s just
The broken pieces
It’s just
The debris
The debris enclosing me

I came in the morning
I came in the morning
And that’s where I stayed
That’s where I stayed
As the walls came
Crumbling down on me
All around me

See him come in the morning
See him come in the evening
I’m still waiting
For him to save me

• Alternative
• acoustic
• alt pop
• alternative folk
• alternative pop
• art pop
• Birmingham