Emily Hurd: SONGS

You cried so hard, I nearly drown. You fall apart, and I go down.
And all of your scars are on me now somehow.
We are so very intertwined. I carry everything you find.
And I’ll feel I’m buried when you die sometime.

CHORUS
When there ain’t sun, the world is black.
And the night ain’t done til it comes back.
So I’m only cryin now because he does.

All of your doin’s are my deeds. All of your ruins, my debris.
Your pride is wounded and I bleed something.
You grow quiet and I’m hushed. Your family riots, and I’m crushed.
My hands hold tight to what you clutch.

CHORUS

I’ll light a fire with my face of my desire for your grace.
Which I hope you acquire in your space someway.
I do not worry for your soul. You can surely take the cold.
But I don’t know how you’re enduring being so damn low some days.

CHORUS


Written by Emily Hurd