1
I've seen summons buried in more air, buried in space.
And I just lied down in the snow, buried in space.
I've seen moss covered stumps in dying light, taking on shapes.
Black wooden mythologies, I know a place.
Layer after layer of comprehension,
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries.
The town rests in the valley beneath twin peaks, buried in space.
What goes up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves,
always trying to climb out of the hole, buried in space.
And the songs fade, and the singer's die,
but my heart will not stop thumping,
the shapes in the dark still look convincing,
so here I am.
And I just lied down in the snow, buried in space.
I've seen moss covered stumps in dying light, taking on shapes.
Black wooden mythologies, I know a place.
Layer after layer of comprehension,
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries.
The town rests in the valley beneath twin peaks, buried in space.
What goes up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves,
always trying to climb out of the hole, buried in space.
And the songs fade, and the singer's die,
but my heart will not stop thumping,
the shapes in the dark still look convincing,
so here I am.
Lyrics submitted by themorningbell4
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
black wooden: Phil Elverum's attempt to create a new genre, a more organic variant of black metal.