Scrimshire – Heron
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Heron

Cross over to midnight
A feeling that surrounds you, soft edge in a tight room
To peel and open
The ocean calls for all your bones down to the marrow
And here it offers, it offers, a dizzying feat
And now at peace, they offer, a chance to be me, near you often

Mystified it won't survive, how great thou art
Mystified it won't survive, how great thou art
Past the point of what seeps into meaning, winced and I leaned in
Like a voice speaks untethered from reason, heats of the sеason
What I can't afford to speak, the heron offеrs me
Besides moving cautiously, I'm never sure what it means, but peace it could be

Mystified it won't survive, how great thou art
Mystified it won't survive, how great thou art
Want to be me near you often
Want to be me near you
And here they offer, they offer, a dizzying heat
And now at peace, they offer, a chance to be me, near you often

Mystified it won't survive, how great thou art
We pull back and they push forward

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