The Constant Songtext
von The Felix Culpa

you were the constant in me
the branch to my falling leaf
as i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree
and it stays with me
where i lay, windblown as such
a far cry from the place where i know we touched

peace be still, my son find peace
(i built all theses from rotted beams
to narrow the span between reprieves)

and it takes all i have just to sit and breathe
but i′ll trade up my lungs for your company
and i'll take what i can from what′s offered me


you asked me to meet you in the middle, my love
but waves can't reclaim the sea,
they're just spat back to the beach, and left to leave their footprints as foam
inches from what they once called home

peace be still, my son find peace
(i built all theses from rotted beams
to narrow the span between reprieves)

your melody was like a science to me
and i once was the fire in your poetry
but it seems that you left that, along with me

your melody was like a science to me
a thin skin stretched over a frail machine
and between you and me, we can barely breath