The Summit
Lyrics
Winded, their words were empty. No follow up to break clean Just bruise and endings. We hungered right under our coats. And it was there that blood rose To spread and darken. All days it churned and with every word From the ground I begged for a summit. All limbs were still and through every chill In the cold I begged for a summer. Failure taught us to temper. Their empty words were labored, Were ours in mirrors. So silent we make our move now. All bitter taste we wash down And reach for their hands. On days it churns we keep all those words On the ground and gaze at the summit. Our climb is long and we know our faults. With their eyes I look to the summit.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:42
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 115 BPM