Old Master Songtext
von Matthew and the Atlas

I disappeared, I found a way
I made a choice not to stay
I held it down, I watched it die
The life we made faded away

Sometimes I see a shadow rise
Beneath my hands then over me
I look into the great divide
I feel so strangely alive


But I know that it ain′t easy
And I find some kind of comfort
In the wide, open spaces
Yeah, I find some kind of comfort

The bed unmade, remembering
Conversations returning
How strange it feels to be reborn
My old master, my burning star

But I know that it ain't easy
And I find some kind of comfort
In the wide, open spaces
Yeah, I find some kind of comfort in the spaces