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“I have never known peace
Like the damp grass that yields to me (…)

I have never known sleep
Like the slumber that creeps to me
I have never known color
Like this morning reveals to me

And you haven’t moved an inch
Such that I would not know
If you sleep always like this
The flesh calmly going cold

We lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand
So still and discreet
So long we become the flowers
We’d feed well the land
And worry the sheep (…)”

Hozier - “In A Week”

Description
“I have never known peace
Like the damp grass that yields to me (…)

I have never known sleep
Like the slumber that creeps to me
I have never known color
Like this morning reveals to me

And you haven’t moved an inch
Such that I would not know
If you sleep always like this
The flesh calmly going cold

We lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand
So still and discreet
So long we become the flowers
We’d feed well the land
And worry the sheep (…)”

Hozier - “In A Week”