Corridor Lyrics

How is it: growth becomes betrayal?
Every step a nail in some forsaken attic box

Don’t stop, don’t stop, keep walking
Can’t you see the grieving?
On small feet, I am leaving

Choose joy, choose sleep, choose solitude
Death is distant buzzing
Insects rise to your passing
As you walk the narrow green
To get your clothes clean Again, again, take refuge in the written
Flatten the swelling of your empty church heart

Don’t stop, don’t stop
The cost of giving is receiving
On slow feet, I am leaving, I am leaving

Some do
Come through
The window

Some do
Come through
The window

Some do
Come through
The window

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