Marcus Burch The Ant Is Dead Now INDIE, FOLK

Copyright 2016 by Marcus Burch From the album Drown It s raining water drops, crystal lullabies in the dark, of the night. Halfway in the dirt, seeking through the cracks, once formed. A ray of white appears and he dashes off into the blades of grass, and he surpassed. Straight though the corridors where, the young once spit on pained floors, you can t hush a memory. A moonrise in the sky, hidden behind the dandelions this time. Covered in a golden sweat she, foreshadows every step I take, oh.