Nothing Is Forgot - Maritime

What wakes you up in the night?

Metaphor scenes or actual things?

When nothing is forgot

Little things

Did we escape surrender the ghost of the last grass the dusk see’s

The city is so small our bodies are graves and we’re turning

Our garden of hearts have been burning

Skin on fire

When nothing is forgot

Now blood braids our lips together where words stay

Nothing is forgot

Always, a war of kings are whispers of drums in the woods and the lowlands

The city is so small our bodies are graves and we’re turning

Our garden of hearts have been burning

Skin on fire

When nothing is forgot

Nothing is forgot (x2)

Yeah nothing is forgot

Nothing is forgot (x6)