Brio - Dutch Uncles

A basic of heart

Speaks up there

Until you play in the darkness there

Until I claim a disease for it

Into my hollow shell

I can speak for myself

When you came in the dark

I could dig so deeper then

«You can blame yourself»

I grinned to my chest

A basic of heart

Speaks up there

A light still dividing in sleep

And I could decide what it seems

My reflex so special there

My tears for the best of it

My golden year pains break

Kept in size of the shame

Moments flake with the sound

Of the staircase rain

If I wasn’t such a child

You know I wouldn’t be polite

No thread

No sin drowned

No soft debates

I’d never look back again

And lights still dividing in sleep

And I could decide what it seems

My reflex so special there

My tears for the best of it

Until you play in the darkness there

Until I claim a disease for it

Until you play in the dark of it

Until I blame a disease for it

Into my hollow shell

I can speak for myself