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This song symbolises change and sums up a lot of emotions I've been feeling lately. In a way, it's been a great release of old ideas and dark concepts so naturally, it feels right to put this out as the next single. It doesn't matter what this song is about - what I want to really push in this song is for you, the listener, to take the song away and interpret it in your own way. Connect with it in methods that don't need to bind what it was originally written about. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. This song means so much.
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Lyrics:
There's blood been spilt in this hole where you left,
your veins run dry with emptiness.
this worn out shell has cost you dear,
whist your bones they ache and shake with fear.
These salt ashes surround my feet,
whilst bitter hopes make you sit and weep.
In FLECKS you fall and lose your flair,
in flames you fall don't softly care.
In the dark you rest,
and hold your tounge,
dressed in ivy,
not too young.
In awe, you thaw,
but not remain,
your skin clings tight
to your narrow frame.
But in FLECKS.
In FLECKS you rise and fall in fear,
whilst poison thoughts collect too near,
your faith restored you lost in vain,
whist the lonely souls collect in pain.
Your echoes are born in a static air,
and silence suggests you've lost your care.
These blinding lights emit your sight,
whilst burning hopes bind you tight.
In the dark you rest,
and hold your tounge,
dressed in ivy,
not too young.
In awe, you thaw,
but not remain,
your skin clings tight
to your narrow frame.
But in FLECKS.
Composed, Written and Performed by Chris Jones (These Brittle Bones).
Recorded, Mixed, and Produced by Leonard Soosay at Snakeweed Studios.
Piano and Vocals by Chris Jones (These Brittle Bones).
- Genre
- Indie