Harold - Brume

Arms outstretched I have waited

Dusty shaky shiver

The nest was dry I’ll pocket you

My instincts screaming

Hallow hands palms aching

My instincts screaming

Hallow hands your silence bleeds

Watch your gold wings spread you’ll be safe

I’ve got two weeks with you, dear

Then I must head west, I’m afraid

My instincts screaming

Hallow hands palms aching

My instincts screaming

Hallow hands your silence bleeds

No longer keep

My rabbits foot

I cannot sleep

I hope you’re good

My sweet wishbone

Did you make it east?

Sleep high above

The Resting beast

My instincts screaming

Hallow hands palms aching

My instincts screaming

Hallow hands your silence bleeds