Lyrics

Starlings burst the bleeding sun
The stone underfoot comes undone
I do know more slowly we will ramble
Those strong bones of us more fickle
Slow too the thoughts
The speed at which they pace
Gaps between to widen and erase
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
I do know strands of hair now golden
Grey multiply, dominate the forest
Wiry and coarse, they blow the color of smoke
Sheafs round your shoulders
Fall fields, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Overgrown, overgrown
Written by: Amelia Claire Baker
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