Repose from Maps by Wednesday's Wolves

Sweet, you're sleeping
Clandestine, caustic, cold
I know you got there
By way of broken road
So the silence
An ocean fathoms deep
Candid compliance
The deal you made beneath

So it's slipping, that's the tithe now
And a warning bell is muted by a need
So it's fallen 'neath the tide now
Water's closing over hidden by the reeds

Sweet you're dreaming
A sort of empty space
And sweet you're bleeding
It's filling up the place
And truth's relentless
It's sticking to your skin
Shake and shed it
Crawls its way back in

So it's slipping, that's the tithe now
And a warning bell is muted by a need
So it's fallen 'neath the tide now
Water's closing over hidden by the reeds

Sweet you're breathing
Headlights out and eyes are closed
Heart still beating
A less than quiet repose

• Folk
• acoustic folk
• acoustic guitar
• female vocals
• harmony vocals
• percussion
• United Kingdom