Belly of the Beast by The Winterless North Lyrics

See so many shapes coming toward me
Out of the smoke & the mist
Sleeping in the bed you made for me
But I can’t seem to get any rest

I’m so full of this radio silence
Do you have a minute for a friend?
I hope that means that all is well
But do you have an ear that you could lend?

Fell so hard for that unknown girl
And I’ll follow her south like the birds
Not sure what I’ll do if I find her
I hope my mouth will find the words

Want to go off the grid
Tumble over the curled edges of this map
Always I’m looking for a revelation
But usually what I find is the trap

The weight of all the memory
When we’d rather wipe the slates clean
We’re haunted by our histories
And things are never what they seem
Scent of smoky fire in my clothes
And throughout your hair
We’re hand in hand and our steps match
As we run through dappled groves where all is fair

What kind of man crawls
Back into the belly of the beast?
What kind of man feels
The most and the least?

We try to picture always
As we rise up like the waves

Solitude composes us
We rise up every day
The weight of all these memories
I’m at a loss as to what’s next to say

Shackled and chained
Shackled and chained