walk right out of your head
and you're trying so hard just to stare out the mirror and
crumble down to a thread
but you watch the thunder melting
candles often misled
what you took for a brave attempt, ink lines are daggers and
soon your page will be dead
but you watch the thunder melting on the horizon, on the horizon
feel the smoke in the leaves
it wanders right by you, it summons up courage and
flies you up to the trees
but you watch the thunder melting
feel the curve of the breeze
and you feel yourself laughing as no-one can hear you now
still they beg with you please
but you watch the thunder melting on the horizon, on the horizon
there is no-one to blame
if you lost the spark in your eyes
tumbleweed on the plain
and we miss you, and we miss you
see the moon on the rise
feel it lighting the world, see the gleam in its eye as it
wanders up in the sky
but you watch the thunder melting
feel the colours fly
feel the beauty, the melody, feel the prosperity
soon they say we will die
but you watch the thunder melting on the horizon, on the horizon
there is no-one to blame
if you lost the spark in your eyes
tumbleweed on the plain
and we miss you, and we miss you
The first solo release in over a decade from Bev Lee Harling is a personal travelogue filled with euphoric compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2021