Ransom Notes
SOHN · Tremors 2014 · Track 05 of 11
There was a time When the mountains kept their place They stood in line And they waited back the gaze
No one could see No terrain now is a rock No feet could find Near the heart of old road bluff
The hills are worn The place about growing pains The earths are closed The mountains had their way
The kids have grown And they watched it from above Now I'm alone And I see no way to run
We float on the breeze We are held to a ransom We are bones on the riffs Waiting for the waves, the waves
We float on the breeze We are held to a ransom We are bones on the riffs Waiting for the waves, the waves
We float, We are bones
We float on the breeze We are held to a ransom We are bones on the riffs Waiting for the waves, the waves