Story Behind The Song
Feeling depressed and useless, and enable to pinpoint why or how to fix things.
Song Description
Trying to find hope in despair, combatting depression and self-loathing. Being down.
Song Length |
3:37 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, Worried |
Subject |
Sorrow, Sanity/Insanity |
Similar Artists |
Fiona Apple, Villagers |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I've got remnants of December
Sticking to my sleeves
In among the dirty feathers
Head-dressing my heart with ease
It's a kind of transformation
Might just set me free
I've got vestigial wings
Made a run for the red light
Instead of a walk
There must be something still in me
Though I'm talking the talk
Some kind of dirty fevour
Hanging on beneath
I've got vestigial wings
So abide by this, abide by me
And sift through sweet uncertainty
Abide by this, abide by me
How long d'you think's in eternity
How long d'you think's in eternity
We'll see
Oh we'll see
I'm sharpening something
Still there's no point yet found
So I'm dancing with collision course
And tasting the ground
Not finding a reason
Causation or cure
Blade duller than dusk
And the things you assume
There's a feeling more filling
Than short dives deep down
I've got vestigial wings
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