Peace and Quiet - Waxahatchee

Indepedent alabaster,

The radio can’t hear the words.

You grow as big as the ocean.

Soon they will and destroy.

But you can run,

You can hide,

You’re a giant.

They depend on the damned

That you call yours.

If I muster the strength to reflect you,

I won’t feel any better at all.

Some cosmetic illusion,

You’ll rest your callow bones.

Blame my hardworking father,

For harm you cannot atone.

But you can argue the truth,

You’re a seer.

You will rest on your morals in store.

If I muster the strength to reflect you,

I won’t feel any better at all.