August - The Lone Bellow

I carved a canyon here

To get to the bottom of this

To the bottom of this

Are you still here

To get to the bottom of this?

I found the feeling

Absolute ceiling

Teardrops on a waterfall

Sometimes you don’t feel anything at all

When nothing I can say will still you

A hand to hold

There is love all around you

Woke up and my mouth was dry

Gotta get to the bottom of this

To the bottom of this

There’s a valley growing in my mind

To get to the bottom of this

I found the feeling

Something to believe in

Once I drank the river dry

Just to hear the echo from the other side

When nothing I can say will still you

A hand to hold

There is love all around you

Thought I’d spend four seasons in bloom

But August came and my mind’s made up

August came and my mind’s made up

Another year spent wading in the flume

But August came and my mind’s made up

August came and my mind’s made up

When nothing I can say will still you

A hand to hold

There is love all around you