Paroles de Holocene

Brace yourself You feel nothing But you see Your limbs are black and frozen A swell of ice Descends from the north Caps the land Old thoughts under the surface Lift me up Into the stratosphere It's cold And breathing becomes a challenge I'm floating high (high) Bird's eye perspective Sets you free Now let me take my distance We are alone So save your sentimental considerations For the moment when it hits No hideout, no safe retreat We are alone So save your sentimental considerations For the moment when it hits No hideout, no safe retreat You feel so disconnected, and yes, I get it But there is just no point in further confrontation Dysfunctional communication skills You undermine our mutual Resolution strategy With your condescending patronizing Habitus of false modesty Lift me up Into the stratosphere It's cold And breathing becomes a challenge I'm floating high Bird's eye perspective Sets you free Now let me take my distance