Maida
Текст песни Northern Views

This is for the unretrieved.
For the lonely nights, for the constant leave.
Now I said grab the walls, and shake them down and pull them down.
Bury this.
Bury that which buries me.
Swimming in contempt, my nightly acts are so submerged.
It's on him like a swarm.
On him like a swarm.
The sky has served its tenure.
The floor is my console.
Your voice is movement from this lonely grave.
Come close and remove this funeral attire.
Thrash this hovering memorial.
Empty this.