I broke my knuckles on the pavement
Cause my knees just gave out on me
It might be just as well
That the road met my skin before you called out to me and
I never act out of anger
But some of the things you said,
I would have rather had put holes through the wall again
Than cripple my own head
Just like the leaves in autumn-
I am burning from the outside in-
i am, i am, i am
You are the humming In my head-
You are the static in the gaps
i am, i am, i am
Just like the leaves in autumn-
I am burning from the outside in-
i am, i am, i am
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023