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A red leaf between my fingers
Footsteps too close to linger
A pale hair has seen too much
Follows the leaf to find its touch
There’s no place that I can call home
There’s no place where I belong anymore
My roots are the wind in my hair
When I was young they wandered there
I’m longing to be safe somewhere
But be still, behold, beware
I miss places in my dreams
Misplace them till they find me
There’s no place I’d rather be
There’s no place I’d rather be
Than here
Be here with me
Be here with me
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Ghosts (live with band)
03:42
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The hours are forming thick knots of knowing
Yet we sit here timelessly
In the landscapes of our broken-down walls
We are determined to live
I’m flipping the coin in my chest
Making a wish what to feel
It seems that one side scares away the rest
So I keep it moving to keep you near
You’re a ghost in me
You’re a ghost in me
My thoughts of you rattle in the frame
They’re fantasmas burning night and day
You have been woven into my being, the loops are infinite
Yet dissolving in circles and you are fading and getting out of reach
You’re a ghost in me
You’re a ghost, please leave
Seek out to find
Another heart to bind
The hours are forming thick knots of knowing
Yet we sit here timelessly
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I open the gate and step outside
the keys that open are the ones that close behind
I'm walking along the streets
Afraid to see you walking next to me
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
I'm lowering my gaze, lowering my gaze
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
I'm lowering my gaze, lowering my gaze
I'm chasing birds, chasing their shadows
who are they talking to into the empty air
their voices are a thousand lights
blinding the traces of you in my mind
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
I'm lowering my gaze, lowering my gaze
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
I'm lowering my gaze, lowering my gaze
Burned-out faces
Burned-out faces
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
I'm lowering my gaze, lowering my gaze
Burned-out faces turn away, turn away
I'm lowering my gaze, lowering my gaze
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Forgot (live with band)
05:12
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Glass hands, see-through heart, tender faces shivering
I am trapped in my own whims, I hope I didn’t clip my wings
How long can you hold, how long, how long
Flocks of birds drum their wings, they shift the shape of fear
They call for me, I hope I didn’t clip my wings
How long can you hold, how long, how long
Let’s break the glass, let’s drum our wings, let’s feel everything
Let’s break the glass, let’s drum our wings, let’s feel everything
Let’s break the glass, let’s drum our wings, let’s feel everything
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Dorothy Bird Liverpool, UK
Dorothy Bird is a singer-songwriter based between Liverpool and Berlin. With ringing endorsements from BBC Introducing, Tom Robinson's Fresh On The Net and BBC6music Mixtape, Mersey Radio and a plethora of magazines both in England and her native Germany, her music has been described as "haunting" Fresh on the Net. Her songs express emotions, soothing the soul, welcoming moments of calm & freedom. ... more
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