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Wolf & Bear - Everything Is Going Grey

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Wolf & Bear - Everything Is Going Grey
New album “Everything Is Going Grey” OUT NOW!
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Lyrics:
Can I speak equally, about life and death, love and loss, lust and fear,
it rips until it tears me apart. I'm falling apart.
I've been derailed. The track disappeared.
No way to find my way back to it, trapped in the hole I've landed in.
Must the scale always be unbalanced?
Does the weight always have shift?
If I'm caught in the middle forever,
is this burden too heavy to lift?
Does pain transcend death?
Do open hearts ever heal?
When they lower the casket, there's nothing left to feel.
Everything's so dim. The walls scream life but death lies within.
The outside glares through the cracks in my blinds.
I can see the oceans run dry. Landscapes wither, before my eyes.
Not a prison but I'm still locked inside
My stomach stricken with despair, you haven't called, I shouldnt care.
I haven't slept in weeks, even lost the will to breathe.
Days conform with night, in the same space, in same time.
Greys start to bleed through, this isn't me, and that isn't you.
New album “Everything Is Going Grey” OUT NOW!
Purchase your copy:
Follow Wolf & Bear:
Lyrics:
Can I speak equally, about life and death, love and loss, lust and fear,
it rips until it tears me apart. I'm falling apart.
I've been derailed. The track disappeared.
No way to find my way back to it, trapped in the hole I've landed in.
Must the scale always be unbalanced?
Does the weight always have shift?
If I'm caught in the middle forever,
is this burden too heavy to lift?
Does pain transcend death?
Do open hearts ever heal?
When they lower the casket, there's nothing left to feel.
Everything's so dim. The walls scream life but death lies within.
The outside glares through the cracks in my blinds.
I can see the oceans run dry. Landscapes wither, before my eyes.
Not a prison but I'm still locked inside
My stomach stricken with despair, you haven't called, I shouldnt care.
I haven't slept in weeks, even lost the will to breathe.
Days conform with night, in the same space, in same time.
Greys start to bleed through, this isn't me, and that isn't you.
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