Текст песни Olle Burefors - Stolen
Olle Burefors - Stolen слова песни
Stuttering syllables to the screaming sense of eating someone's heartYou've clung to notions that our story's not deadAnd since a year ago, I've been away from those who lended their faithTo be something persistent and caringHell, it's a soul formingAnd who you are is all I have to knowAre you coming home? I shook my head and looked straight into her eyesI saw the rains that flows off in towards springWill you forgive, though? I held it in to hide my hurting reflectionI felt two arms that never meant to let goHell, it's a soul formingAnd who you are is all I have to knowOh did you miss me so?Were you aching when I was gone?Hope you weren't, I'm not near good enoughTo be deserving of sure pure heart"Never leave me alone,Feel my brittle bones shift under my skin"...I missed your early life, how you developed out of all of these fearsThrough captured echoes I hear your screamI tilt the lakes to drip and rake the forest with my watery handsThrough humming winds I speak in voices so clearI missed the hourlong talks of how mother is madI missed just being there when you came homeMy bones still shift inside, as I exist between the trees and our earthCan you hear the stories read out from the owls?