Mozambique from flowersack by Lilac

i come from the shadows
leave a light
or i may just disappear
i come from the gallows
from west-end aisle
a mile away from your home

and it's rather cumbersome on my heart
that some people stay and some people part

i come from the sun
it burns hearts to the ground
i came from the ocean
a vibrant place
with nothing left but sound

and it's rather cumbersome on my soul
that some people stay and some people go

why does it always have to end when i begin
why does it always have to sound like solid wind
why do we leave our homes to trace the light of day
why does it always start when i let go of my sight

i live for days until they pass
and notice things that disappear
misplaced faces in iron cast

and it's rather cumbersome on my heart
that some people stay and some people part

why does it always have to end when i begin
why does it always have to sound like solid wind
why do we leave our homes to trace the light of day
why does it always start when i let go of my sight

• Alternative
• Indie
• Rock
• indie rock
• pop
• post-folk
• Piaseczno