Story Behind The Song
Does merely being alive - blood running through your body, make you alive? or has it more to do with how you live, the passion you keep in your day to day existence that makes you alive.
Song Description
I wrote this when I was 16 - begginning to ask the infamous question ..."why are we here?" and "what does it mean to be alive"? I probably should've just gone to a football game and forgot about it.
Song Length |
4:05 |
Genre |
Jazz - Contemporary |
Lyrics
Last of Her Breed
Verse 1
It's funny how, some people talk like lions
they bellow loudly, an earshot from the truth
and there are days I feel like I am living
but you can't use my blood or breath for proof
Verse 2
These days I'm laying out the linen of my bones
I'm pressing every crinkle, crease and fold
But there are shades of green I'll never touch again
for deadened fingers cannot feel his cold
Verse 3
So I gathered up the messy and the wild
A pair of eyes behind an unkempt mouth
and a face that framed the air
like a shrine to God
My lungs were filled with a static mystery
while i braved a quiet history
with no one to know at all
no one to be the wiser
no one to know at all
Verse 4
there are days I feel like i'm a lion
but i'm just a drifter, hungry for the truth
and there are people who will tell you that they're living
but you cant use their blood or breath for proof
you can't use their blood or breath for proof
you can't use their blood or breath for proof