Harvest a low hanging moon
Plucked from an alabaster sky
A celestial heart torn asunder
From the blackest loam
Evoke an absence
My stifled essence
Returning ache long sown, I reap
Behind my consciousness
So my gaze rests on yours
To better not invoke
This incompatibility between
Quickened pulse and slacking breath
Slaking thirst, encroaching death
A single fir bending towards me
Back to the crease in the linen sheet
Where I lay and squint
Too wide to wind the world's spring
Better Never to Have Been - A Linden Tree Lyrics
Better Never to Have Been - A Linden Tree Lyrics
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Harvest a low hanging moon
Plucked from an alabaster sky
A celestial heart torn asunder
From the blackest loam
Evoke an absence
My stifled essence
Returning ache long sown, I reap
Behind my consciousness
So my gaze rests on yours
To better not invoke
This incompatibility between
Quickened pulse and slacking breath
Slaking thirst, encroaching death
A single fir bending towards me
Back to the crease in the linen sheet
Where I lay and squint
Too wide to wind the world's spring
Plucked from an alabaster sky
A celestial heart torn asunder
From the blackest loam
Evoke an absence
My stifled essence
Returning ache long sown, I reap
Behind my consciousness
So my gaze rests on yours
To better not invoke
This incompatibility between
Quickened pulse and slacking breath
Slaking thirst, encroaching death
A single fir bending towards me
Back to the crease in the linen sheet
Where I lay and squint
Too wide to wind the world's spring
Writer: Matt Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid