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NEWS, MERCH, ALBUM PREORDER & TOUR DATES - https://www.holdingabsence.com/
Directed by Bethan Miller
The Debut Album 'Holding Absence' will be released March 8th
Subscribe: https://smarturl.it/SharpToneRecs
Some kind of doubt, poisons my mind.
Some kind of hope we struggle to find.
Dreams die young – So don’t forget to chase them.
The devil on my shoulder hums and old drone.
My fingertips are just blood, nerve and bone.
I’m seeking solace in the promise,
That there is more to life than this.
All of the blood, sweat and tears I shed to drown out the fears.
It’s been 1000 weeks of grinding my teeth.
The salt of the earth has started tasting bittersweet.
A silver spoon will only choke you in your sleep.
I earned my heart. I’m proud of every beat.
If you hear through the grapevine, that I fell from a great height,
The fire in my heart has lived a lifetime.
So I don’t mind. No, I don’t mind.
I’m still here to make my loved ones proud,
To make everyone who ever walked away, turn around.
From dust, we must return to the ground.
You owe it to yourself, you are eternally bound,
To face the facts and face the truth,
That the hand that you’re dealt is determined by you.
If the breath in your lungs isn’t reason to sing…
Realise you’re enough. You Are Everything.
The devil on my shoulder hums and old drone.
My fingertips are just blood, nerve and bone.
I’m seeking solace in the promise,
That there is more to life than this.
If you hear through the grapevine, that I fell from a great height,
The fire in my heart has lived a lifetime.
So I don’t mind. No, I don’t mind.
All of the blood, sweat and tears I shed to drown out the fears.
Over and over again. Blessed are the beasts that we make of ourselves.
Over and over again. Over and over again and again and again.
Directed by Bethan Miller
The Debut Album 'Holding Absence' will be released March 8th
Subscribe: https://smarturl.it/SharpToneRecs
Some kind of doubt, poisons my mind.
Some kind of hope we struggle to find.
Dreams die young – So don’t forget to chase them.
The devil on my shoulder hums and old drone.
My fingertips are just blood, nerve and bone.
I’m seeking solace in the promise,
That there is more to life than this.
All of the blood, sweat and tears I shed to drown out the fears.
It’s been 1000 weeks of grinding my teeth.
The salt of the earth has started tasting bittersweet.
A silver spoon will only choke you in your sleep.
I earned my heart. I’m proud of every beat.
If you hear through the grapevine, that I fell from a great height,
The fire in my heart has lived a lifetime.
So I don’t mind. No, I don’t mind.
I’m still here to make my loved ones proud,
To make everyone who ever walked away, turn around.
From dust, we must return to the ground.
You owe it to yourself, you are eternally bound,
To face the facts and face the truth,
That the hand that you’re dealt is determined by you.
If the breath in your lungs isn’t reason to sing…
Realise you’re enough. You Are Everything.
The devil on my shoulder hums and old drone.
My fingertips are just blood, nerve and bone.
I’m seeking solace in the promise,
That there is more to life than this.
If you hear through the grapevine, that I fell from a great height,
The fire in my heart has lived a lifetime.
So I don’t mind. No, I don’t mind.
All of the blood, sweat and tears I shed to drown out the fears.
Over and over again. Blessed are the beasts that we make of ourselves.
Over and over again. Over and over again and again and again.
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