Текст песни Some Body's Limbs - Harrowgrove

Climbing closer
Falling fast
A thousand little arrows
Wounds still open
Take in sight
Defined by battles
Fighting every night

All this time, only you
Endless strain, tearing through
All along, clinging to
I don′t know what else to do

Evening eventually
Can you win in apathy?
Constantly in violent dreams
It's everything & then nothing

All I fear is a waste of time
Preaching calm, speaking out of line
Standard held by frayed wires
Like being held down in the fire