James Vincent McMorrow - Glacier

Someone here's a lie, somewhere underneath,
Caught between the railing, mirroring the beat.
I no longer feel and the years asleep.
Show no sense of hope, staring honestly.

I wanna go south of the river, glacier slow in the heart of the winter.
I wanna go south of the river, facing alone in the heart of the winter.

And this we'll celebrate, this we'll celebrate.
There and on the stage, this is a mistake.
Damn me off too long. Down the earth and moon,
Damn the clawing kneeling, rustling into change.
In a moment I was caught, calling by a storm.
In the moment of a hot.

I wanna go south of the river, glacier slow in the heart of the winter.
I wanna go south of the river, facing alone in the heart of the winter.

I'm not in a glove called how.

Few became, few became as glory as along against the forest state and starting living in the new.
Harrow since, harrow since the farthest reach underneath inside a cheat.

Something is alive, somewhere underneath.
Caught between the real and the fake.
I don't want to fit, there and has been found.
Silence is so cold, and there's no sense at all.
And I was someone else, I was something good.
Barely in the old. There among the cold.

I wanna go south of the river, glacier slow in the heart of the winter.
I wanna go south of the river, facing alone in the heart of the winter.