Sway by Voxtrot
I can take a road
Takes a little longer
Walk before the house where we had our games
Suffering life, play, making, we discovered fire
People like you made me so much stronger
People like you made me question blame
Huddled in strength like birds on a sloping wire
Hearing your voice makes me so uneasy
Hearing your voice makes me question fame
Money is deaf to the sound of a lover's cry
The language of loss made me so much older
The language of loss made me lose my grip
The language of loss made me silent as a newborn child
'cause everything moves in a shifting cycle
The unison soars and the pressure dips
Making our way steadfast in the skyward mile
And baby I know I will see you someday
Building your house on the very street
You severed your mother's life from your father's land
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