Eskimo Snow
๐ต 741 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:29 duration
๐ ID: 791712
๐ Lyrics
All my words for sadness
Like eskimo snow on unmanned crosses
All planted in threes
In a field for living trees
Are hummed as prayers in secret
And sung through speakers in rooms for people to hear it
Even when I'm wasted and numb
With the words for good wine on a philistine's tongue
And I'm under something black and thicker
Than a sheet for ghosts or the first feet of snow
That old, that old clouds yield
On the crosses on the chests of dead soldiers in a field
Then I'm, then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
Then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
Like eskimo snow on unmanned crosses
All planted in threes
In a field for living trees
Are hummed as prayers in secret
And sung through speakers in rooms for people to hear it
Even when I'm wasted and numb
With the words for good wine on a philistine's tongue
And I'm under something black and thicker
Than a sheet for ghosts or the first feet of snow
That old, that old clouds yield
On the crosses on the chests of dead soldiers in a field
Then I'm, then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
Then I'm still here
Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
Then I'm still here
Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.17] All my words for sadness
[00:22.67] Like eskimo snow on unmanned crosses
[00:27.14] All planted in threes
[00:29.87] In a field for living trees
[00:35.37] Are hummed as prayers in secret
[00:39.88] And sung through speakers in rooms for people to hear it
[00:47.93] Even when I'm wasted and numb
[00:52.43] With the words for good wine on a philistine's tongue
[01:00.58] And I'm under something black and thicker
[01:04.27] Than a sheet for ghosts or the first feet of snow
[01:07.82] That old, that old clouds yield
[01:12.37] On the crosses on the chests of dead soldiers in a field
[01:16.82] Then I'm, then I'm still here
[01:20.46] Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
[01:25.80] Then I'm still here
[01:28.57] Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
[01:34.03] Then I'm still here
[01:37.66] Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
[01:42.16] Then I'm still here
[01:45.81] Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
[02:10.29]
[00:22.67] Like eskimo snow on unmanned crosses
[00:27.14] All planted in threes
[00:29.87] In a field for living trees
[00:35.37] Are hummed as prayers in secret
[00:39.88] And sung through speakers in rooms for people to hear it
[00:47.93] Even when I'm wasted and numb
[00:52.43] With the words for good wine on a philistine's tongue
[01:00.58] And I'm under something black and thicker
[01:04.27] Than a sheet for ghosts or the first feet of snow
[01:07.82] That old, that old clouds yield
[01:12.37] On the crosses on the chests of dead soldiers in a field
[01:16.82] Then I'm, then I'm still here
[01:20.46] Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
[01:25.80] Then I'm still here
[01:28.57] Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
[01:34.03] Then I'm still here
[01:37.66] Bearing my watery fruits if fruits at all
[01:42.16] Then I'm still here
[01:45.81] Barely understanding what truth that rarely calls
[02:10.29]