Lark

Lyrics for Lark

Always raining. A great thing to be alive. A great thirst brought us to our knees; brought us the lark, the dog, and the night. You were made dumb and so you listened I was made dumb and learned to speak Now I feel it This coming silence Greatness only in witness Greatness only in witness The voice is just that Moving from the lark to lower gut I am conflicted. Learning if dreams are like news, what is inflicted isn't the visible bruise. Love as a symbol; lark as a time in life.