Masque Lyrics – Modern Nature

Heatwave on the air
Forecast has a quiet prayer
Rivers on the rise
Hear the sounds of systems paralysed

Gospel read aloud
Beaten in the crowd
Broken slowly bound
See them sway through endless reams of sound

How sweet the sound it makes asleep
How sweet the sound it makes asleep
Stricken by an old church
Raptured by the verse

See them sway to rhythms of the old curse
Darkness from an old dream
Faces in the glass
Looking up, warming hands on burning flats

How sweet the sound it makes asleep
How sweet the sound it makеs asleep
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Modern Nature Lyrics – Masque

Modern Nature

Masque