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Andrew Rawbone Viljoen - Black Spot Lyrics

I’m unable to be kind
With this black spot on my mind’s unstable
So I sharpen up my claws
To remove these evening thoughts

In a spare room lit with old moon
A feather comes undone
A little voice is wrung
From a quiet night comes a new fight
To summon up the sound
That would lift me from the ground

And I rise
I write

I’m unwilling to undress
With this cold that plagues my chest
Needs filling so I sink into the wine
To loosen up this spine

In a spare room lit with old moon
A feather comes undone
A little voice is wrung
From a spare heart filled with used parts
The dust begins to fall
The feathers find the floor
And I rise
I write
To feed this fire
I rise
I write
To feed this fire
I rise
I write
To feed this fire
I rise
I write
To feed this fire

On a quiet night seen through closed eyes
There is nothing but a sound dying to be found
On a quiet night seen through shut eyes
There is nothing but a sound dying to be found