Tara MacLean - Calls to Nothing lyrics

Calls to nothing

There are no ears

Where echos would answer

Inaked and slipping.

Skin is pale and worthy

Wallembracing the moon

That table fits that corner

Inaked alone.

The veil betrays the breathing

And eyes to the sky.

Whose bride am i?

That's a trick answer

I am my own

Here in this mistaken laughter

Inaked and slipping.

The veil betrays the breathing

And eyes to the sky.

Whose bride am i?

Calls to nothing

There are no ears

I gave myself away

Inaked alone.