lyrics
Come flying down the hill, gathered thick, gathered low,
Filling up the fold, headed home.
A mottled greeny-blue, flecked with mildew and mould.
Ripe and rotten fruit growing old.
I feel the warmth beneath, a new breath on my cheek
Waiting for the moment to speak.
To wash the dirt away at the end of the day;
A moment to be helpless and weak.
Scattered ashes, splintered branches,
Late evening harvest.
I swear to leave this world behind.
Settled embers, mid-September,
Late evening harvest
Is something of a goodbye.
We found out how to live, saw the true form of love.
Your ideals mean nothing to us.
Pulling up the roots, the dirt crumbles away;
From and soon to be in the clay.
Free from all sense and fear, suddenly drawing near,
Closer to the timeless things.
This is our language now, the whispers within.
You still don’t know what you’re doing.
Scattered ashes, splintered branches,
Late evening harvest.
I swear to leave this world behind.
Settled embers, mid-September,
Late evening harvest
Is something of a goodbye.
Truly honest / endless forest
Reject everything you’ve been told.
There is nothing at all you are owed.
Underwater / I forgot to
Reject everything you’ve been told.
There is nothing at all you are owed.
credits
from
A Day and a Season Later,
released February 9, 2018
Steve Brett - rhythm guitar, piano, pianet, vocals
Henry Ireland - bass, guitar solo
Eimear O'Donovan - lead vocal
Nicol Parkinson - drums, outro guitar
Rhiannon Parkinson - cello
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