Most Days from Summer's Morning by Anthea Feaver

Sometimes it’s all too much
I can’t contain the constructs
That’s when my skin gets up
And I recoil at the touch of the ones that I love

Most days I’ve had enough
Before I finish my first cup
That’s when my head gets stuck
Constantly repeating everything that it’s made up

Oh what a beautiful world it could be
If it all bled together, the sky to the sea
All of the colours abundantly free
As the mountains amplify the whole symphony

Went to the grocery store
One I’d not been inside before
Focused my eyes on the floor
Fell through the cracks and i washed up today on the shore

Some days I’m not so sure
If I can take too much more
What did I come here for
What was it like when the lights weren’t so hard to ignore

Oh what a beautiful world it could be
If it all bled together, the sky to the sea
All of the colours abundantly free
As the mountains amplify the whole symphony

How I would like to go
Somewhere that I’m supposed to be slow
Down in the earth below
Sleep with the rocks and the roots and the seeds as we grow

All that I’ve ever owned
Is gonna be eaten by the crows
Then I’ll be free to know
What’s left behind when the springtime comes melting the snow

Oh what a beautiful world it could be
If it all bled together, the sky to the sea
All of the colours abundantly free
As the mountains amplify the whole symphony

• Folk
• indie folk
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Kingston