To me you are the warmest season
You have always been the brighest sun
These cliches will not be spoken
I'd choke on my lead tongue
So self-aware it's a burden
Forever crippled by the tendency
Please evict me from this shuddershell
So I can speak
This is so frustrating
I don't know what I'm saying
This loss for words seems to burrow deeper everyday
I'm so misunderstood
Cannot relay the good
That's stranded deep inside
'Cause next to you
I'm at a loss for words
Artist: Sense Field
Artist: The Penguins
Artist: White Hinterland