Echoes
Andrew Sarlo, Rose Elinor Dougall
Fires in your retinas
Turn into bright spheres of silver
Lost sight of the beginning
Repetitious patterns again and again
No matter how hard you try
Sensations you can't deny, they won’t go
You feel the echoes
Ricochet through you
Watch the decommissioned men
Do the ancient dance of the shades
All singing the same chorus
It's the only one they need to know
Only the echoes
Ricochet through you
And they will stay there
And live inside of you
Mother to son
Father, daughter
All through your long years
They'll haunt you
Mother to sons
Father, daughters
All through your long years
They’ll haunt you
Their echoes
Ricochet straight through you
