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Empty Gardens by Eidola Lyrics

Genre: rock | Year: 2021

[Verse 1: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
Bring me your cold and tired
I want to bathe them in the fires of my love
Tell me your one desire
I'll show you all the ways you're holding yourself back
Holding yourself back
Holding yourself back

[Chorus: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
The days turn into nights
Feeding all the doubt inside of me
And I can hardly sleep
Am I just wasting my life waiting for someone to set me free?
Won't you set me free?

[Verse 2: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
Set me upon a pyre (a pyre)
Watch it burn
Extirpate all that's left of me
Tell me who you admire (admire)
I'll show you all the ways you'll never measure up
Never measure up
[Chorus: Andrew Wells & Matthew Dommer]
The days turn into nights
Feeding all the doubt inside of me
And I can hardly sleep
Am I just wasting my life waiting for someone to set me free?
Won't you set me free?

[Breakdown: Matthew Dommer, Andrew Wells]
Stare into the abyss
I could not exist
Substance fades away
Such a slow decay
Wasted all this time. (into the abyss, I could not exist)
Wasted all this time. (substance fades away)

[Verse 3: Andrew Wells]
When I let go
Of all the shame thieving me
Of my solace for so long
I will know to redefine what it means
When I pray for you, I pray for you
(Empty gardens, sew my name, bury me in tantric sunlight)
I keep on running, I keep on running out
I keep on running, I keep on running away
I keep on running, I keep on running out
I keep on running, I keep on running away
[Bridge: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
A light inside of a hidden place
At an unknown time in an unkempt space
It's a mantra shifting out of phase
For a scar that time cannot erase
And all along we were told that we would have to wait
Till we belong and find another way to medicate
And all along we were holding onto so much hate
When I was wrong
I paid for it with every step I took to seal my fate

[Outro: Matthew Dommer]
Stare into the abyss, I could not exist
Substance fades away, such a slow decay
I cannot maintain the weight upon my name
My sickness grows within an empty garden