Pace of Glaciers
edge
Iâm a little unwell
Youâre a little bit not yourself
Iâm a little on edge
Youâre feeling different
So keep your eyes on high
Donât let the ceiling down to ask you why
Donât let your neck close
Donât choke, donât choke
No I canât see you
Oh if I could get you well
Give you pieces of myself and put you back together
Caught a little off guard
So let me in and tell me where you are
A little medicine to get so far
A little bit of you, you falling star
Anyone to take this tree
And cut off all the limbs for me
The roots are deep and you bleed
And I donât want to be the one to tell you
âFollowâ
Fool, I say
Let us in
Pull away
The cold weâre in
Friend, oh love
Holding out
Weâre up so high
And itâs a long way down