I’m not afraid of what I feel babe
I’m not scared
You told me not to lose control, but you know me well
I can’t live like that
Why are you always peeking like a fox in the holt,
Waiting for what I’ll say?
When will you finally molt your fur away?
I remember what you said
You’re a wounded legged fox now,
I’m a hermit who hugs you
The fear and confusion leads you back into the dark night
Where they’re still trying to shoot you
I’m waiting for you to find inside you the warm sunshine
And I’ll be watching the fur whirling, whirling, whirling in the night
I’m holding on, till you let me feel that sunshine
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Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023