Piper Cole

Lyrics

Into stone we’re born it’s a kind of poetry
No risk, no gamble but it confines me
Your warning cascades but we build it anyway

Foundations creak, the light it blinds me
Hits up the kick inside that reminds me,
to lean in when my heart is dragging

You call like an earthquake, old foundations break
Come all you good girls, raise your noise maker

Building large like a rocket breaks free
it’s heavy payload, the unnecessary
We’re all kin in the great absolution

You call like an earthquake, old foundations break
Oh we look up to the sky so excessively to return to the river small
We found it a century late
Howl, howl for all the good girls… to raise your noise maker

Ooh howl, ooh howl

They say we’re wildish then we’re born
Aim higher it’s a heavy payload but a certain kind of poetry
Run faster until the wind burns only to return to the river small

You call like an earthquake, old foundations break
Oh we look up to the sky so excessively to return to the river small
We found it a century late
Howl, howl for all the good girls… to raise your noise maker

Copyright 2019 Piper Cole