Songtexte Soil - Kevin Wulf

It was salient, the holy lamb
The shepherd's fragile hand points towards him as he starts to walk away again
I'm your old friend, the only one who ever gave a damn
And there I walk, avoid the tread, I refuse to float until the very end

Holding you close to the Earth
Pushing you down on the turf
Pulling you down

Here it comes again, that frightening feeling that you're near the end
And almost burnt the wooden bridge in vain before the planks begun to bend
You're my best of friends, we stand together in the summer stench
And dream about who we'll become and who we'll be before our time has spent

You were shot to death, I hope you didn't cry
And that the stupid mother fucker who pulled the trigger rots until he dies
What a waste of life, a supple bird that never got to fly
And find its own way in the world, and nest itself inside the many pines

Pressing you into the dirt
Keeping you close to the Earth
Pushing you down on the turf
Keeping you down to soil's worth