From the recording Better
Beth Nealon brings life to these lyrics which hover over a series of minor 9 chords that seemed to suggest them. Songwriting is circular like that.
Lyrics
hum
carried on the clouds
hovering over us
waiting under them
ready for the rain
soaking through our skin
pulsing in our veins
flushing out our pain
wings
slice above the hills
rolling by the lake
kiting in the wind
ready for the rain
soaking through our skin
pulsing in our veins
flushing out our pain
Echo of silence, vision of night
Tasting a truth no tongue ever told
Wondrous wisdom words will not write
Treasured possession hands never hold
rain soaking through our skin
pulsing in our veins
baptizing our pain
Echo of silence, vision of night
Tasting a truth no tongue ever told
Wondrous wisdom words will not write
Treasured possession hands never hold
(c) Dave Nealon May 2022