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Rearranging Teardrops
04:47
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Watch the drops trickle further from here,
Through the streams,
Sorrow leached onto leaves
Just listen to their voices calling,
The way you've always done,
Just rearrange their falling,
The threads you've always sown
Hear footsteps echo further from here,
Helplessly, chasing your own feet
Just listen to our voices calling,
The way we've always done,
Just rearrange our falling,
The threads we've always sown
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But you, dear
04:48
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Do you wonder where I'm looking now?
At the stars? Where children call?
Do you wonder where pedals have gone?
Without our laugh?
Because lately I've stared at myself to pass the time
Do you wonder what teardrops have stained without your name?
Do you wonder who we are? Are we strong?
Because I've tried to let go,
With no one else here,
But you dear
So just listen to where your heart belongs,
Don't worry about me,
You are free
So just try,
Try to move past,
When you're sad
Because I've tried to let go,
With no one else here,
But you dear
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Selves
05:01
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Who am I to cry over yourself now?
Over anybody's self
Who am I to live as if you were here?
As if you were ever here...
And time always tells,
And endlessly deconstructs itself,
And you're still making scars,
In searching for yourself
Who am I to die over myself now?
Over myself
You told me not to be afraid of life,
But I'm afraid, oh I'm so afraid
That in my shallow heart,
I won't leave behind a shard,
Of me, for me
That you'll forget,
That you'll mend
But I need you to
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Frail
03:55
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Why can't I see myself through clean eyes?
If only you could see me through my eyes
They are pale, and we were frail,
We were lost in our minds,
They were seas which parted me,
On the left I was free, but it wasn't me
Why must I be this way?
I am weak, and you're okay
Why must I fall away without you
Why am I afraid of you?
Why can't I be afraid for you?
I want to be afraid
I want to be afraid...
Why must I be this way?
I am weak, and you're okay
Why must I fall away without me
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Trevor Eulau Seattle, Washington
In the fall of 2016 I found myself losing sight of who I was. I started this project and wrote Rose as a means of finding my unaltered, unabridged self again. Who knows if I'll ever succeed...
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