Letra de Hive Minds - Norma Jean
Letra de canci�n de Hive Minds de Norma Jean lyrics
A vine in the cracks of a life�s work
Shifting and flowing up
To find purpose under the sun
A moment of reprieve for the art born from the dirt that�ll tear it all down
You can�t fault the natural order of things.
Someday these bones will be dust beneath a sprawling city of human achievement,
Flowing up for a place under the sun.
Do you see it now?
The gold on your back weighing you down?
Pride is a cancer born from the cracks and crawling skyward.
I have been you. The shell on the street corner with change hungry hands.
A sunset car ride with a bottle of meds, or is it the canopy and rooftops?
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A burst of soft color and a haze on your limbs?
Do you see it now?
The vines will come for you.
They always do. They came for me too. Gravity may not be a law.
But all things will find ground.
And we all know it exists.
Laid out under the orange red.
Sun showers in your head on the palms soaked rooftops you�ll never find.
Begging for death from the cancer of pride.
On that empty street corner I�ll keep walking.
I will leave you behind
Shifting and flowing up
To find purpose under the sun
A moment of reprieve for the art born from the dirt that�ll tear it all down
You can�t fault the natural order of things.
Someday these bones will be dust beneath a sprawling city of human achievement,
Flowing up for a place under the sun.
Do you see it now?
The gold on your back weighing you down?
Pride is a cancer born from the cracks and crawling skyward.
I have been you. The shell on the street corner with change hungry hands.
A sunset car ride with a bottle of meds, or is it the canopy and rooftops?
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/hive-minds-norma-jean.php
A burst of soft color and a haze on your limbs?
Do you see it now?
The vines will come for you.
They always do. They came for me too. Gravity may not be a law.
But all things will find ground.
And we all know it exists.
Laid out under the orange red.
Sun showers in your head on the palms soaked rooftops you�ll never find.
Begging for death from the cancer of pride.
On that empty street corner I�ll keep walking.
I will leave you behind