The Hurdle - The Joy Formidable, Matt Thomas, Rhydian Dafydd

I lost a place that I loved

It disappeared into the woods (where it belonged)

That cool spot

On a sun parched ridge

That watery pool, where the animals drunk

Do you hear that sound

The hurdle crashing down

Do you miss that breeze

That’s what our brother believed

It was the land

The land of milk and honey

That you just watched

Being pummeled like putty

Come back to haunt

All things are two

Come back to test

As long as it’s new

I’m tired of talk

I’m tired of news

Hear the herd

Herd the herd

Sleep on whatever you do

Do you hear that sound

The hurdle crashing down

Do you miss that breeze

That’s where our mother lived

Would you tell her now

The worth of tiny things

The gather round

Untie and end that’s sealed

That’s sealed

In this vast space it’s always sealed

We won’t see

All the debris we’re certain to leave

Do you hear that sound

Do you hear that sound

The hurdle crashing down

Do you miss that breeze

That’s why our mother believed

Believed

Would you tell her now (believed)

Would you tell her now

What would she say (believed)

The works of tiny things

Sell the stars, two by two

Just like sheep with a sail behind you (believed)

On and on, on and on when will it stop