Waving - Blackfield

Turn up the noise

And see if you can maintain your voice

Edge out the door

You feel it when you swim back to the shore

Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalalala

Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalalala

I do believe

I’m clinging to the warm bleed in the trees

I do believe

I’m clinging to the warm bleed in the trees

Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalalala

Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalalala

Your dress may be torn but you wear it well

All this and more may be in your spell

Four letter word but it isn’t real

All this speed inside you

A sneer on the edge of your sanity

You bludgeon the sound like it unappealing

Pouring your scorn on all pride and joy

All this fear inside you

Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalalalala

Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalalalalalala