Antlers (The)
Surrender
Well I hope, when you can't hear what I am thinking, you know I can’t always talkBut I’m always listening in an absence, where you hate to feel uncared forPretending there's nothing that you're not prepared forWho are you lapping when you’re running from Surrender if life is a fatal race for all contenders?To find the peace within the combat where we’re standingWe have to make our history less commandingWell, our mercy is a boundary we’ll surrender When love is a safer place we both rememberLike an old estate that stands in no location At the edge of an age of endless renovationAnd while all that noise competes for our attentionWe’ll meet on a quiet field in our own dimensionWe'll step inside a world far less demanding When we allow for something less commanding
From Letras Mania