Ebben Songtext
von Braids

See how they go
See the way they rise up
All of my dreams
Hop in front of me
Oh I, I could grab them
Shoot them down and stab them
But I murdered them all
All before they fall
It′s a gentle pluck
A pluck not birthed from luck
A slow and steady growth
Filled with ebb and flow
Maybe I'm not the star
Whose light blind souls who saw
A creature from the distance
Prepare to now be distant
Rise up
Out of the ground
Instead
Of a broken heart


See how they go
See the way they rise up
All of my dreams
Hop in front of me
Oh I, I could grab them
Shoot them down and stab them
But I murdered them all
All before they fall
It′s a gentle pluck
A pluck not birthed from luck
A slow and steady growth
Filled with ebb and flow
Maybe I'm not the star
Whose light blind souls who saw
A creature from the distance
Prepare to now be distant
Rise up
Out of the ground
Instead
Of a broken heart
Rise up
Out of the ground
Instead
Of a broken heart
Rise up
Out of the ground
Instead
Of a broken heart
Rise up
Out of the ground
Instead
Of a broken heart