Mute / All things pass
Emil Svanängen
I walked out in the young night
Also young, knowing nothing
Mighty ships hung over ground
Muted shapes with the worried birds No no sound but the the low low notes That you only hear in your sleep
All things pass
The grounds stays the same And I was the same
I’d trade it all for him
He saves
From deepest wells
With a thousand eyes
No no no, I don’t know the way
The line and arrows that follow me Past school yards
Picked up by the older girls
Who cut their wings and laid my hair
All things pass
The grounds stays the same And I was the same
I’d trade it all for him
He saves
From deepest graves
With a thousand eyes