But, Still - Allison Crowe

Air is still, but still why are we suffering?

I am not one to not hold back

So I’ll just lay here and thinking and thinking

And thinking and

And now the air is moving I see you in the dust

Is that your skin or just a memory

I am invoking all of the powers I have

But there’s not much left

To cry out, to lie awake at night

There isn’t much power left in my dreams

In my dreams, in my dreams

My dreams

And there’s a chill but still

Everything moves around me when I’m frozen

And I ring my hands and I hold my breath

With my hands on my stomach I wish, I wish I had none left

And all of these voices that I hear

Are gone so far away there

And I don’t know where he is

So I can’t say, I can’t say

I can’t say even if I and even if I try

I can’t say, I can’t say

'Cause we’re all, we’re all going to die

It’s alright, I’m sorry

I’m sorry