Mental displacement

Stick Season

Northern Attitude

All My Love

Growing Sideways

Homesick

The Day He Came Back

A Sign of Love

An old song remastered. 



Swing high swing low the heather hums
Where the wild winds dance and the river runs
A song in the stones a whisper so old
I hear it call in the evening's gold

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

The skies wear gray like a woven shawl
The lark takes flight as the shadows fall
Your voice it lingers like a tune untamed
Carved in my soul like the cliffs unnamed

Oh the stars they blink in the loch so deep
Secrets they hold in their ancient keep
If I were the wind I’d find your side
And sing you this song on the morning tide

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

Carry my Heart .mp3

Verse 1]
Every word I try to say just hits the floor,
Like broken glass they don’t hear me anymore.
Their faces twist, like I’m some kind of freak,
Guess my voice ain’t the sound they seek.

[Pre-Chorus]
I open up but the static screams,
They roll their eyes, I fade between—
All the cracks in their perfect speech,
Where my truth can’t ever reach.

[Chorus]
I talk in a different tongue,
And no one wants to hear it sung.
They stare like I’m out of line,
Like my thoughts ain’t worth their time.
I choke on every word I spit,
They laugh and I swallow it.
I talk in a different tongue,
Guess I’m better left undone.

[Verse 2]
Every room feels colder when I’m near,
Like I’m the silence they all fear.
They don’t get what’s inside my head,
So I let my voice stay dead.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m tired of trying to translate pain,
They’ll never feel it all the same.
Their mouths move fast, I bite my tongue,
Just another song unsung.

[Chorus]
I talk in a different tongue,
And no one wants to hear it sung.
They stare like I’m out of line,
Like my thoughts ain’t worth their time.
I choke on every word I spit,
They laugh and I swallow it.
I talk in a different tongue,
Guess I’m better left undone.

[Bridge]
I’m not broken, I’m just wired wrong,
Built for noise, not their polite song.
I scream in colors they can’t see,
So they paint their world without me.

[Outro]
Every word still burns my throat,
Every truth I never wrote.
If I could speak and not be stung,
Maybe they’d hear my different tongue.

Different tongue

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