歌词
Turn
turning you a bent-bone weary wandering soul
and born, borne upon a body you can never own
rollin’ you a long-bent sideways
tumbling a mother-given loom
you knew it when you flew in shuttlin’
weaver you are goal-bent
but do your strings hold the
strength of what was given, when you flew in?
Burn, you’re burning your own home
some days could you
live a little lighter,
give a little water
give a little eye to
eye- see from what you’re made
gotta lil’ shadow in your wake
wakin is the way you grow this, know this
gotta lil’ matter to be bade
met and given it away
this the trip we being shown
told is all we’ve ever known
what another truth you gonna hide?
baby finding that you
choosin’every moment lookin through the frame they givin you
There’s a turn from the fear
a stand for the free
a song for the beat-down picking’ up steam
and you will hear my voice here singin’
there’s a let from the greed
a gift for the kind
and I’ll be dancing’with the ones who remind me
we are born of dust and silence
we are made of ancient songs
and there are ones who’ll keep us sleeping
and there are ones who bring the dawn
put your back to the birch
and your mind to the matter of a
listening kind of way
we are born of dust and silence
we are made of ancient songs…
Rose, rose upon the shoulders of the
shoreline, eyesight creeping round the edges of the
known you’ve known it from before
before your sight was
shorn shifted and they told you not to talk of this
but you remember in your sleep
all the ones that you could see
raisin’ candles to the sky
through the forest dark as night
wide-eyed, keep stride this the path you bein’shown
sure thing keep singin to the ones you walkin on
They the wonder, you the sky they look upon
you are clouds to them, givin’ harm or givin’ form
Do we greet them with a grace?
Do we run or do we face
the ones who helping us to heal our choice and choose again
Cause there’s a turn from the fear
a stand for the free
a song for the beat-down picking’ up steam
and you will hear my voice here singin’
there’s a let from the greed
a gift for the kind
and I’ll be dancing’with the ones who remind me
we are born of dust and silence
we are made of ancient songs
and there are ones who’ll keep us sleeping
and there are ones who bring the dawn
put your back to the birch
and your mind to the matter of a
listening kind of way
we are born of dust and silence
we are made of ancient songs…
Bade farewell all you’ve been told
waves are rising you to shore
it’s not what you say what you think
it the walk and the way that you do
so you
give what you give what you give what you give
what you can what you give
give what you give what you are
what you give what you give what you can
what you give——
give what you are what you can,
you will hear my voice here singin…
（give what you can what you give, give what you want）
i’ll be dancing with the ones who remind me…
i’ll be dancing with the ones who remind me…
we are born of dust and silence
we are made of ancient songs
and there are ones who’ll keep us sleeping
and there are ones who bring the dawn
put your back to the birch
and your mind to the matter of
a listening kind of way
we are born of dust and silence
we are made of ancient
song…
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