Peckham Rye
Lyrics
There is no song
It's long since ended
I lied about the angels
I said I saw descending
There is no song
There is no sound
There is no depth or weight to
Any of our words now
There is no song
The air will ring with
There is no voice here
That is capable of singing
There is no song
There is no story
I thought I saw an order to the chaos
But I watched that fall away before me
We have no song
We have no language
We have No way to articulate
New boundaries of anguish
There is no song there is no breath
We have not got one single throttled, glottal, guttural utterance left
Writer(s): Kathryn Woods, Myles McCabe, Phoebe Cross, Rich Mandell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sentric Music
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