Cups from Falling Sands by The Equatorial Group

Cups

This evening’s hanging heavy on my hands
Winter’s glove and falling aspect
I spend my days pulling stones out of your shoes
Some are old, some are borrowed, some are new

I should have turned back many miles ago
I float like driftwood on a one way road
It’s sad when heart-shaped leaves begin to fall
We grow close so far away

The winter seems so long without you
The sad songs of Autumn hang heavy from me
The mornings seem darker now you’re gone
And echoes of echoes are all that I breathe

We were meant to tear it down not build it up
All I see is shallow water
I guess you were only sticking to your lane
It’s just a shame you carried home the blame

The winter seems so long without you
The sad songs of Autumn hang heavy from me
The mornings seem darker now you’ve gone
And echoes of echoes are all that I breathe

• Folk
• roots-pop-jam-rock
• Eastbourne