"The Racking Call" Videos
When all the clouds surround my head
Like bandages of ice
As if they could heal my wounds, but they're incurable
When all the branches stroke my hair
Like your fingers do
As if they could make me forget, but I can't walk back
I hear another racking call, it burns me out
When all the fog rises up
Like a white veil of silk
As if it could close my eyes, but I've seen too much
And again I hear this rac
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