Letterhead - Elisa (Cushing) Lyrics

Solemnity
These violet fields
I don't believe it

I don't... I don't believe it

Send me your hollow body
Sins are my pride and envy
It's clear to me
Everything that I'm supposed to be
Whether I'm damned or faded
If half of my sense is lucid
I feel your ghost
Cushing fields, the northern snow

What for my souring patience
My sunken dreams
This is my reputation
This is my inner seething
As all is natural
As I begin
I've built your image
And I've made my ruin

I don't... I don't believe it

Send me your hollow body
Sins are my pride and envy
It's clear to me
Everything that I'm supposed to be
So whether I'm damned or faded
If half of my sense is lucid
I feel your ghost
Cushing fields, the northern snow

Now that we're running in the underbrush, well
How many years have I been missing this
Well I live to forget
And one day when I'm older

Therein the shadow of regret surrounds me
All at once we break to clearing
I live to forget
It's all I've ever known

Send me your hollow body
Sins are my pride and envy
I feel your ghost
Cushing fields, the northern, snow