Тексты песен «Veda Hille»

Behind you Sky came blue And birds Behind me Made love to you Words Words Behind you Sky came blue And birds Behind me, behind my head A moth, a moth Words Words I write You down I write you Into...

How is it: growth becomes betrayal? Every step a nail in some forsaken attic box Dont stop, dont stop, keep walking Cant you see the grieving? On small feet, I am leaving Choose joy, choose sleep, choose solitude...

I need this depression, it keeps my heart rate down (She scribbles notes while driving) A good Another red light She prays for the miracle of radio But theres just the rains soft staccato A good Another warm, wet night...

One, two Three I want to write new Its just an old song Falling from fingers Into one colour I want to write true for you Its just an old song Lying in pretty circles Older than my mothers mother A song So...

I am such a beggar now I sleep out under my own bridge If my wealths in what I give away Then hes a wealthy man today I dance in rags of sheerest shear Out of the edge Of Youre not here Oh precious heart, you think...

Wind lift my bone But I rise only Just above the tracks Jump on my boys back He hit rock with stick Through my body thick With growing things Walk over old wings And hey, no princess and hero here, my brother In my...

Remembrances Like a story told to a kid Remembrances We try hard to hear the smallest of voices Remembrances Life is a story, told by a kid Remembrances Tell a story, tell a story Child, o child, soft triangle...

Some days, I hear breath behind me Some dreams, leave me no room Sometimes, I wake up walking Humming A strangers tune What is there to say That is the same as yesterday? Most people ask: How are you? Most times, I...

One, two Three, crazy at a bus stop Three, in a shifting bed Three, congregated at the church of midnight madness Three, entwined Three, divine Three, embrace to stave off sadness And who are we, noisy fools Who...

Walking through our house Our hands working making signs Neither hope nor fear Through doorways and faithless times Edge past our silences, dear Paintings cant say what they hear Facing in a hot box Spitting anger in...