Feral Farm

from by Cole Sullivan



All the sounds that make up all the words,
That you may have never heard,
In every song I sing -
They have no inherent meaning,
But somehow you all know what I'm saying.

All the words that tumble out my mouth,
And realign inside your mind,
Enthrall you with a vision -
For which everyone is different,
Despite the words from whence it came.

And no matter how unique the vision is,
The story's still the same.

And in my story
I am sitting
In a valley
Where I wrote
This song
And time is passing
At the speed of sound
And though I'm right here
You can see me
And Imagine
What it feels like
To write these words.

If only my fingers,
Could move a little more,
I could flesh out my story for you.


from White Overtone Wind, released September 12, 2012



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