Surrender - The Antlers

Well I hope that you can’t hear what I am thinking

You know I can’t always talk but I’m always listening

In an absence where you hate to feel uncared for

Pretending there’s nothing that you’re not prepared for

Who are you lapping when you’re running from surrender?

If life is a fatal race for all contenders

To find the peace within the combat where we’re standing

We have to make our history less commanding

Well, our mercy is a boundary we’ll surrender

When love is a safer place we both remember

Like an old estate that stands in no location

At the edge of an age of endless renovation

And while all that noise competes for our attention

We’ll meet on a quiet field in our own dimension

We’ll step inside a world far less demanding

When we allow for something less commanding