Song Description
Based on the last book Mark Twain wrote before he died, "Letters from the Earth".
the song is a cautionary tale, on what you feel your soul, or you just might loose yourself to the darkness.
| Song Length |
3:25 |
Genre |
Electronic - Ambient, New Age - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Still |
Subject |
Numbness, Books |
| Similar Artists |
Radiohead |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Pieces of you,
Ourselves we lose,
we're falling.
People we knew,
finding excuses to be amused.
Breathe in slowly,
take a step outside.
(breathe)
Laid out like an open book,
you're broken broken.
Wasted is the good on you.
You're cold, conned, conquered.
(fame is vapour and only earthy certainty is oblivion)
Blame the accuse,
Ourselves we choose.
we're falling
Fame we pursue,
Finding excuses to be amused.
Breathe in slowly,
take a step outside.
(breathe)
Laid out like an open book,
you're broken broken.
Wasted is the good on you.
You're cold, conned, conquered.