Gather

Lyrics
This started out as some things do One wispy wire One thin, lone shoot And it spread ahead before me And where I used to run, it outran me Many buzzing fights that we all contain Many many-veined and cellophane We are twisted from fibers, wound to thread And we will wind ourselves til we're dead That black boil weighs like a pit of ink And it sits in many chests, where it sags and sinks I know it well, it knows me But it has known many more before me From our tissues and from our strands Sits a figure with outstretched hands Saying we can sit solitary We can crouch in sanctuary Or we can gather Our threads into rope And pull
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Credits
- Producers
- Hundred Waters