Griffith James, Tennis - Market and Black lyrics

Please don't regret
Out like a bird that won't fly
Please be yourself
Follow the sound that won't echo then die
Follow the heat that seeks to be warm
Seek all the winters deep in your thorns
Oh mark it in black
Spray all your images bleeding and cracked
Wash all these walls
Carpet and clutter stink up the halls
Echo your insides hollow and grey
Carried your voice so far away
Cloud cover traced over the ceiling
A little fever in the feeling
Out on the corner where I met you
Market and black
Like a mover remaining unmoved
A believer living without proof
Like a prayer that lingers on my lips
Turns an open palm into a fist
Daydreaming, but cut it out fast
Into a cold wind blowing me right back
Like a curtain shadowing a room
Curls along the edges of market and black

Please be yourself
Follow the sound that won't echo then die