SIMMER DOWN - ionnalee, Man Without Country

When you wake up

For when you wake up

There once was a land

Little known to your kind

There once was a land

Only we knew how to find

Where we were fire

Simmer down, simmer down

When my hands are sore

From carrying this weight around

When my eyes are numb

And the air is failing on our lungs

And we’re left with a bitter taste

On our tongues

Your shallow truth

Fractures and distorts our self views

And my tether beat

Echoes in the minds of a few

For when you wake up

For when you wake up

All light absorbed

In the shadows I will hide

'Til the contour of my silhouette

Fades to undefined

I still have fire

Simmer down, simmer down

Your shallow truth

Fractures and distorts our self views

And my tether beat

Echoes in the minds of a few

Your shallow truth

Fractures and distorts our self views

And my tether beat

Echoes in the minds of a few

For when you wake up

If you ever wake up