Never knew my heart could beat so cold.
Never knew my lungs could feel so old.
Eyes closed, sheltered soul.
Running on the rocks i cut my knees,
Laughing in the face of open seas -
Young, fearless and free.
You hit this heart like a drum.
Wind, air in my lungs.
But as the sun sets and darkness seeps,
The cashing of the waves they knock, knock beat;
Who's there, drumming me?
Wooden mind and a drifting heart,
this door's now driftwood's sum of parts -
Your current drowning art.
You hit this heart like a drum – beat.
Wind, air in my lungs - breathe.
Nightingale: sing.
Night gale: blow in my soul – sing -
You hit this heart like a drum – beat.
Wind, air in my lungs - breathe.
Stumbling upon Tiny Ruins felt like when I first stumbled upon Leonard Cohen in my late teens. The lyrics, the music, the voice come together in a unique melancholic and tender delivery. Loving it! that.bowl.of.petunias
Great sound, great guy, great music, I love the pelvic thrust rhythm that "Coast" makes me want to do. "Afraid of the city" reminds me of home. Richard Black