Den Mother - Foxing

You watched a lukewarm ocean from an archipelago

I fell asleep to the sounds of the cape

As water rushed my nose

And then I swore by my own soul that god would right our wrongs

And then you faked a smile and whispered to me

«Je te fais confiance

So don’t go home tired and alone.»

If nothing becomes

If nothing becomes

At least soft light lay on us

At least soft light lay on us

If nothing becomes

If nothing becomes

At least soft light lay on us

At least soft light lay on us