sleepingatlastnovember

from the ep 'november'
lyrics:
death is promised to the bee
who's sting protects the colony.
was its life worth nothing more
than honey for the queen?

life is a branch and it is a dove,
handcrafted by confusing love.
sign language is our reply,
when church bells make no sound.

in hollow towers and empty hives,
we craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
was it all just a grain of sand
in an hourglass?

the smartest thing i've ever learned
is that i dont have all the answers.
just a little light to call me own

though it pales in comparison
to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun
and swallow darkness whole.

death is a cold, blindfolded kiss,
it is the finger pressed upon our lips.
it puts an unwanted emphasis
on how we should have lived.

life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
six billion pieces waiting to be fixed.
love letters that were never signed,
sent to where we live.

but the sweetest thing i've ever heard
is that i dont have to have the answers.
just a little light to call me own.

though it pales in comparison
to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun
and swallow the darkness whole.

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[lifeofanaveragebird]

ah thank you for this video! i was looking for it everywhere. x