Mary
AGNES OBEL · Citizen Of Glass 2016 · Track 08 of 08
Written by Agnes Obel
Heaven hid her face as we fell down Age old habits echoed in the ground One old sing and one would hold me down They might listen if I make no sound
Oh I know this From my high school heart That nothing is over From a touch it will begin Wide on the sky
In my house the silence rang so loud Under doorways, through the hallway down Waiting for the secret to grow out Oh what we do when no one is around
Oh I know this From my high school heart That nothing is over From a touch it will begin Wide on the sky
In the dark I hear you sing Fingers move and chords they ring Be the witness of my shame Swaying in the summer rain Feathers falling from your wing In the dark I hear you sing