An Old Friend - Bison b.c.

This song of saints, swings low

I cannot speak, can’t let go

Living through death, life’s unknown

My silence grows

My silence is not for you

My broken heart is not for you

Suffer silence, sickness grew

Each time, each fall, each death, chases you

My old friend

This song of saints, swings low

Living through death, life’s unknown

My blindness grows

A pregnant sky, birth is still

The city is wild, drink your fill

Wilderness sounds, have you been killed