clap hands

Ionnalee

Compositor: ionnalee / Claes Björklund

The road we walk is narrow
There's a constant shadow hanging over me
Even with all your blessings and love
I still feel your eyes watching over me

They smile and they clap hands
They nod their heads, they understand
With my back turned, knives are out
They're coming for my last land

The evolution of love that followed
Tied the finest strings they used to choke me
Sat on your lap like a little dog
Inviting you all to come and feast on me

I smile and I shook hands
I nodded my head, constructed a plan
Now I'm running as fast as I can
My forrest, anyone's land

The road we walk is narrow
There's a constant shadow hanging over me
Even with all your blessings and love
I still feel your eyes