tasteofink. - Polar
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There comes a soft rain that waters the ground
No body in sight, no ear for a sound
I forfend an entrance for stairs to the clouds
A deafening silence to which this amounts
Let me in, come down again
You found a dead end, and I can’t come with
I’ll be the church for all of your sins
Let me in, come down again
Let me in, let me in
I should’ve loosened your noose, find a home you wouldn’t lose
For now your spirit looms, why’d you ever?
So I rest alone in this doom, this furlough now your tomb
Why were you consumed?
Maybe I could have stalked, I wish I would have knocked
Oh, I’ll drone forever
Instead I’ll scream like it’s space
I would pet your long gone face
But I let the ice break
Let me in
No body in sight, no ear for a sound
I forfend an entrance for stairs to the clouds
A deafening silence to which this amounts
Let me in, come down again
You found a dead end, and I can’t come with
I’ll be the church for all of your sins
Let me in, come down again
Let me in, let me in
I should’ve loosened your noose, find a home you wouldn’t lose
For now your spirit looms, why’d you ever?
So I rest alone in this doom, this furlough now your tomb
Why were you consumed?
Maybe I could have stalked, I wish I would have knocked
Oh, I’ll drone forever
Instead I’ll scream like it’s space
I would pet your long gone face
But I let the ice break
Let me in
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Song Description:
edit soundcloud"Taste of Ink" by Polar is a haunting and introspective song that delves into themes of guilt, regret, and longing. The lyrics paint a picture of a person who is grappling with the consequences of their actions, feeling a sense of loss and sorrow for what could have been. The imagery of rain, silence, and death creates a somber atmosphere, while the plea to "let me in" signifies a desire for forgiveness and reconciliation. The song's emotional intensity is conveyed through the raw vocals and melancholic melody, making it a poignant and powerful musical experience.
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There comes a soft rain that waters the ground No body in sight, no ear for a sound I forfend an entrance for stairs to the clouds A deafening silence to which this amounts
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