It gets colder
And the curve
Of the sun
Dips lower and lower
On the horizon
My sense of time
Is skewed
Slow it down
Turn my gaze inward
She peeks her head out
From behind the plaintive shadows
She cries, she whispers
Her beak tip breaks on the mountain tops
It gets colder
And I've forgotten myself
Left her behind
And now she is lost
Enveloped in darkness
Cleansing darkness
Spitting me out whole
Complete
She peeks her head out
From behind the plaintive shadows
She cries, she whispers
Her beak tip breaks on the mountain tops
Her feet dig firmly into the packed dirt
Stampeded and trampled over
Centuries
I'll bring my animal hooves
And you can bring your wisdom
Lets make a collision
On the floor
Is it an ocean of sound?
Of movements
And layers
With no beginning and no ending
Waving from high position
Postulating, undulating, celebrating
Rocking me
Rocking me in its bosom
Holding me present
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Kittiwake - Biplicity Lyrics
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It gets colder
And the curve
Of the sun
Dips lower and lower
On the horizon
My sense of time
Is skewed
Slow it down
Turn my gaze inward
She peeks her head out
From behind the plaintive shadows
She cries, she whispers
Her beak tip breaks on the mountain tops
It gets colder
And I've forgotten myself
Left her behind
And now she is lost
Enveloped in darkness
Cleansing darkness
Spitting me out whole
Complete
She peeks her head out
From behind the plaintive shadows
She cries, she whispers
Her beak tip breaks on the mountain tops
Her feet dig firmly into the packed dirt
Stampeded and trampled over
Centuries
I'll bring my animal hooves
And you can bring your wisdom
Lets make a collision
On the floor
Is it an ocean of sound?
Of movements
And layers
With no beginning and no ending
Waving from high position
Postulating, undulating, celebrating
Rocking me
Rocking me in its bosom
Holding me present
And the curve
Of the sun
Dips lower and lower
On the horizon
My sense of time
Is skewed
Slow it down
Turn my gaze inward
She peeks her head out
From behind the plaintive shadows
She cries, she whispers
Her beak tip breaks on the mountain tops
It gets colder
And I've forgotten myself
Left her behind
And now she is lost
Enveloped in darkness
Cleansing darkness
Spitting me out whole
Complete
She peeks her head out
From behind the plaintive shadows
She cries, she whispers
Her beak tip breaks on the mountain tops
Her feet dig firmly into the packed dirt
Stampeded and trampled over
Centuries
I'll bring my animal hooves
And you can bring your wisdom
Lets make a collision
On the floor
Is it an ocean of sound?
Of movements
And layers
With no beginning and no ending
Waving from high position
Postulating, undulating, celebrating
Rocking me
Rocking me in its bosom
Holding me present
Writer: Laila O'Sullivan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid