i'm on my way home, wont you lite the house on fire, wont you let these shadows burn, we will stand close together for the first time in a long time
the weeping willow lays by the shore, the star shines down her heavy light once more just to rest for a while on a blanket of sand as the rivers coming in, the tall grass runs away with the wind, i'm gonna let it run a while i'm gonna let it sink in because the rivers coming in
two years on a ship thats been sinking on a river, we tied our anchor to a rock and called it hope, we'll patch this hole and row it back to shore with the oars made of bones from the trees that died before you, they died before you
please don't let the willow weep no more, her hearts turning hard just like the stones in the shore i'm gonna let it rest a while on a blanket of love the rivers coming in, the roots run deep and the mountains fall slow, his name was just a reminder it was a symbol of hope it was something to hang your hat on by the door as you go, he built his crown out of sticks, a wreath if you will, his throne was as powerful as anything you've known, i've seen it all fall away with the wind
Backed by a rotating cast of collaborators, the Australian singer-songwriter refines her folk-tinged indie pop sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2024