Indian Summer Woolworm Lyrics

Mending slowly,
All wounds,
Effortlessly as the burden of his sunken child is lifted,
But effortlessly again carried,
Faintly to the stone heart of an angry son,
An angry son who has done his swallowing,
His memories are bitten pills,
So many bitten pills,
That he has collected,
Like the fallen pieces of the broken ground which he now moves on,
The ground is so unsettled,
So endlessly unsettled,
He recounted,
With the weight of the sunken earth,
And still he moves on,
This is earth,
Earth which he has moved on and collected,
Settled to his own liking,
And still he moves on.
A voice in the back of his head reminding him,
That this is stolen,
That this is not his.

All these moments,
These precious time spent moments in gravity,
All this anxious waiting,
All this time spent waiting.

All this pain that you know,
All this effortless moving,
All this pain that you will ever know.

In waking hours,
Time spent in these moments.

Though he is living,
Silently in moments,
And forgiving relevance,
It is in his heart he is holding,
And calling behind sadness of empty fields.

It is in these moments of time well spent, In these moments of gravity,
This time well spent,
A look to heaven,
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky

Racing,
Racing,
Yelling softly,
This is the moment,
This is the moment.

A look to heaven,
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky,
This is the moment.

Holding moments and forgiving relevance,
It is in his heart,
Calling behind sadness of empty fields.
It is in these moments,
Of time well spent,
In these moments of gravity,

Behind tired eyes,
Behind tired eyes,
I think he's waiting,
Knowing your destiny,
He calls him the angry son.

This is the moment,
This is the moment,
This is the moment,
This is the moment,

It's hard to say,
Running out of time,
They don't know me,
It's hard to say,
They don't know me.
This is the next last moment.

I am the angry son,
I am the angry son,
I am the angry son,
I am the angry son.

This is the moment,
This is the moment,
I am the angry son,
I am the angry son.

I am the angry son,
I am the angry son.

Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky
This is the moment.