Epoch

I sing in an empty ocean shell and this is not my home
Honor and laughter around, we can kill the bell
On our own ocean our mother will swallow us whole
Sometimes families change, we have to make our own, our own
Sometimes families change, create your own
Not our own
Tak' tet u’hn stehl something that’s outside of me
And seerling everdearling and far enough from it
With our hands making the dream
We’re not helping it grow
Made it some clothes
Patches of thyme, spent lying on the floor
And I tore up my arms and made them like wings
Well, they could have been anything
Peace. Son a Bitch
Why must you be this way?
Icing from a 1,000 years of snow the seeds and watch them grow
Honor and laughter around, we can kill the bell
On our own ocean our mother will swallow us whole
Sometimes families change, we have to make our own, our own
Sometimes families change, create your own
Not our own
Tak' tet u’hn stehl something that’s outside of me
And seerling everdearling and far enough from it
With our hands making the dream
We’re not helping it grow
Made it some clothes
Patches of thyme, spent lying on the floor
And I tore up my arms and made them like wings
Well, they could have been anything
Please. Son a Bitch
Why must you be this way?
I sing from a thousand years ago, my song is not my own