Amber Drift - The Hermit

O father, would you believe me now
If I told you how my eyes were once so compromised
I thought my dreams were just the lies, I thought
But now I know much better
And I have stripped myself of my strength
And will, will draw me closer

Like a man falls on his sword
We draw our fingers from the cold

This candle speaks like an animal
A tongue of light, casting doubt on the undertow

With every stream of light, our eyes are drawn towards the flame
With every blist'ring smite, turning passion into pain

Many leave along the way
But I'll rise and fight for an end that's greater
Hold my side there, let my pride wear
Let my guide there, be the one who's calling my name
I'll not be laid bare by this whisp'ring in the rain

Like a man falls on his sword
We draw our fingers from the cold

This candle speaks like an animal
A tongue of light, casting doubt on the undertow

With every stream of light, our eyes are drawn towards the flame
With every blist'ring smite, turning passion into pain

This candle speaks like an animal
A tongue of light, casting doubt on the undertow
It leaves no shadow on the deck, until it's afterglow
Until its fatal drift clears the vertigo

Written by:
Gavin Waldron

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