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ECHOES |by Trond Lunden

Echoes fill me up, lift my feet off the ground / Even the faintest sound makes my breath deeper / Deafening silence and my head in the sand / Nothing in return / Dream the sun to warm, trembling through the storm / Where will the cave be when the mountain's gone / Deafening silence and my head in the sand / Nothing in return but empty space and my dislocated mind and my dislocated love / Dream the sun to warm, trembling through the storm / Where will the cave be when the mountain's gone.