The Hotelier - N 43° 59' 38.927" W 71° 23' 45.27'' lyrics
[The Hotelier - N 43° 59' 38.927" W 71° 23' 45.27'' lyrics]
We sit and we talk
Not of much but of little i see the moon and
The moon sees me i would smile but it
Would be meaningless
I wouldn't want it to be but in a landscape
Of tilted heads, while the sky
Sheds skin on my body
I feel my voice quiet to a halt
And this is where I am
You in this light feels new, woken
Woven deep until the roots
Touch dryness against the
Fallen limb of oaken this place speaks and
It says many things of nothing
Makes no demands and offers no salvation
Only repeats what you say in a
Way you've never heard it
An echo off the far wall, a reflection
Of your face i see the moon
The moon sees me that's enough
Not of much but of little i see the moon and
The moon sees me i would smile but it
Would be meaningless
I wouldn't want it to be but in a landscape
Of tilted heads, while the sky
Sheds skin on my body
I feel my voice quiet to a halt
And this is where I am
You in this light feels new, woken
Woven deep until the roots
Touch dryness against the
Fallen limb of oaken this place speaks and
It says many things of nothing
Makes no demands and offers no salvation
Only repeats what you say in a
Way you've never heard it
An echo off the far wall, a reflection
Of your face i see the moon
The moon sees me that's enough