Gold In the Shadow


William Fitzsimmons From the Water歌词

10/11 12:30
Hold up your arms, I don't see you Let tide return Your tired limbs, sea and battered I look for you I will pull you from water Let your lungs return to air Take you back unto the shore And lead you home This ravaged mind, a thousand voices They call

William Fitzsimmons Tied to Me歌词

10/09 21:19
And all of these days they pass like water Should I even tighten the grip of my hand? I get the sense that we're all chasing after The same simple thing that I don't understand To carry you on And you wear a color that I don't remember Your hair so m

William Fitzsimmons Psychasthenia歌词

10/08 18:08
Could you map this globe? With a torment slowly rose To a fear resigned Quiet room I hope I find Cut me open please Cut me open please With an alter robe I have stumbled knife to lobe In compulsion drown Counting every phantom found Cut me open pleas

William Fitzsimmons Fade and Then Return歌词

10/02 13:40
I've been locked out For twenty years or so What is this sage on me now If memories serve Then I should forget not This staring glass My leg's so frail Like I haven't stood in years This gate's so wrong I crawl towards you Familiar I was where The na

William Fitzsimmons By My Side歌词

10/02 13:40
I still hear you calling When sleep is escaping me I still hear you farther on I see you in waking A ghost in the window shade My lover,the form you take By my side,walk with me Make this well by my side We dance through the evening You feather aroun

William Fitzsimmons Let You Break 歌词

09/28 06:15
To cut out the figure The grounding of this Let melancholic drown To greener reminders Of better pastures You're beautiful and found Embattled walls that I have raised To only bring you down A fortune I would gladly trade To swim within the sound I w

William Fitzsimmons The Tide Pulls from the Moon歌词

09/28 04:33
So like your Father in the face and blood Terrified and cold And whispers The coming of a cleansing flood For you You hide your Filthy hands from all of us Still unseen and tied What water These killing hands could ever clean Still you run Your mothe