Stories Of Old cover

L'esprit De L'escalier Paroles

Red Handed Denial

Album Stories Of Old

Paroles de L'esprit De L'escalier

Broken inside you lie with your arms out wide
Play this back: you said,
“Darling, I feel my bones as they wither away. We clash like waves!”
Between these high and low tides, I reside
We’re dancing under moonlight beneath your mind
Should I stay or should I flee to unsure infinity
Which gates will open wide for me
To stay within this vessel, this vile body
Oscillating, it’s hollow organization

The battle wages on
My lungs they turn to bombs dropped on my heart
Shattering everything
Veins of gasoline, soldier set me free
There is a war, there is a war inside of me

Where have you been? I was ignored.
You washed up on my shores
My mind has been opened, words have been spoken
There is a war no one can see
In every myth there was a truth
Twisted by our youth and blurred over time
Heroes were victims too, forgotten bones imbue

I heard him say, “For you it’s much too late” Do I belong?
Do I belong?