Mecklenburg letra

Child, you have branches in your hair
Been moaning, quiet
His small voice
Been living a steady low
Hand or knife

Child, remove the dirt from your cheeks
Turning clinging vines into brick walls
I hear mumbling
But I'm deaf and dumb
So I bite my tongue
And swallow its sickness
Though you're definitely the best
And I wouldn't mind

Come hold my hand
It's enough, it's enough
Your reflection is me
Stick around, stick around (3x)

(Come, come, come, and it's all closer)

Audrey - Letras

• Big Ships
• Black hearts
• Bleak
• Box, And Fights
• Carving And Searching
• Dear Elvis
• Helpless
• Horses are honest
• Hymn
• Leaving, Letting Go
• Mecklenburg
• Next left
• Northern Lights
• Plain Pieces
• Pocket Arms
• Rats
• Repense à Moi
• Scars In Me
• Six Yields
• The Sliver
• Triumphal Arch
• Vague
• Views
• We Thought We Were Ghosts, But We Are Feathers
• Why