Towers from Hindsight by Orphan Mothers

I can be your heart
I can be your man your woman
You don't have to need me
And I often think you shouldn't
Tell me is this a war
Tell me is this a ruse
Making something out of nothing
Trying to catch the cues

I never knew before
That you'd stand me up so tall

It was just the start of another purple evening
We were sat above a sea of unknown lovers dreaming
I was this youngest child
You were an orphaned son
All of it was it is and what it had become

You held out your hand like a guide unto adventure
A simple seldom spark gleamed behind your eyes in pleasure
Tell me is this true love
Tell me is this a game
Running over rooftops in a city with no name

I never knew before
That you'd stand me up so tall

• Pop
• ambient
• chill
• synth
• vocals
• regina