Voice a cold filter
I’m trying to sing
But it’s empty, cos I’m empty
I once walked to the very end, to a moss covered heaven
I found a giant and tried to break him to teach ‘em a lesson
Cos loss, sour hate, is the thing that I taste when I’ve run out of reason Summer’s so far and the sun slips along like a promise to return
Voice a cold filter
I’m trying to sing
But it’s empty, cos I’m empty
Everything I love has sunk to the bottom
And it’s reaching out for you
If I dance around questions, walk through walls, Start painting in blue
Just know that I’m trying
Know that I’m trying
Know that I’m trying
I’m trying
I sense your hands on the back of my neck Like a promise to keep me
I promise I’m happy
I sense your hands on the back of my neck Like a promise to keep me
Promise I’m happy
This song ticks all the boxes for me. Guitar sounds, vocals, song structure. I can't put my finger on any one factor, it all works together to make a really great song. malfunction54