Her Name Is Calla
after the war ends t e morris
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It's not a weight you're under it's an ideal;
And I cannot be the one to pretend that what you've done is right.
Break apart at the edge of all i believe,
Pushing words into my mouth until I'm sick over my feet.
I grow tired. Tired of calling your name.
It's like a winter; a winter that never ends.
And it grows in me like a disease.
After the war ends I'll be your writer.
And if you ride me like a horse, do you break me like a horse?
I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming.
But when I do, I'll become a bird.
- Album:
- The House Of Usher The Sealed Room
- I Never Planned To Stay This Long
- Sampler
- Navigator
- Live at St Pancras Old Church
- Maw (EP)
- Ragman Roll
- Navigator (Bonus Track Version)
- Hideous Box
- Long Grass
- Long Grass EP
- Maybeshewill / Her Name Is Calla Split
- A Blood Promise
- The Quiet Lamb
- Hollow Smoke
- The Sorted Records Damnably AllDayer 2!
- Condor and River
- The Heritage
- Gizeh Sampler for 2009
- Maybeshewill / Her Name Is Calla