Nymphaeaceae - Moon Tooth

Nymphaeaceae

'Neath the writhing reeds

Trying to grow itself free

Hears the sun sing loud

You wear that hurt

Like it’s armor

Only harms ya

You don’t need it

You had a hole ripped in your heart

And any effort made to heal it

Only tore you more apart

So you gave in to your demons

You can lay it down

Nymphaeaceae

Climbs in pollen on the bee

Takes flight o’er the sea

And the hurt laid down

You hear the echo of Hope’s sound

Calling you home now

But you’re afraid it’s not real

You had a hole ripped in your heart

And any effort made to heal it

Only tore you more apart

So you gave in to your demons

You can lay it down

Nymphaeaceae

Listens to signaling stigma

She sings upon the breeze

She’s singing out

She’s singing him home

«What took you so long?»

Let’s stick it out

Let’s grow

You can lay it down

And we can stick it out

Let’s stick it out