Button Eye from Quell by A Raven Called Crow & The End Tree

Dear Beautiful Button Eye
Button nose
No body Knows
Why the wild wind
Smashes her body
Against the coast


Words are all turned around
Looking back at the sound
From whence they came
And all of our tongues are tied


Speaking in riddles and rhymes
I cant tell what I’m thinking at this time
When you put me on the spot
I dig a hole through the floor
Back to the ocean


Am I really that wave
Crashing and thrashing
Are you really that storm
Quietly waiting
With your hand on your heart
Am I really that wave
Crashing and thrashing
Are you really that storm
Quietly waiting


Dear Beautiful Button Eye
Button nose
No body knows
Why the wild wind
Smashes her body
Against the coast


Am I really that wave
Crashing and thrashing
Are you really that storm
Quietly waiting
With your hand on your heart

• Folk
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