THIS FALL - MOYSA - "WHAT'S LEFT INSIDE" (EP)

Second track from "What's left inside" EP.

MOYSA

First time we met I felt disoriented
lost in this reality that takes us for granted
A blind run in search of answer, who will choose the direction?
Why couldn’t I stop, open my eyes and ask myself questions?

I can remember I was walking through the dust and the wind
So was the air at the crossroads when I heard your voice in the trees
Your hand offered me something I had never ever seen before
You showed me a different pathway, an escape for my own

To a world where every noise becomes a sound
And each word is hovering between ointment and wound
To A world where every noise becomes a sound
And each word is hovering

Experience, deep memories in an old back page
Our travel is the urge of a blank one, the opening in the cage
Another break in the wall, till every note has got its wings to fly
And every voiceless in this world can scream: "My name is not a lie"

Like that raft standing at the mercy of the high tide
Mirror doesn't reflect tears, what's left inside?
It feels so strange to hear who always comforted me crying
Nothing to do with salvation, take me in your arms and bring my mind

To a world where every noise becomes a sound
And each word is hovering between ointment and wound
A world where every noise becomes a sound
And each word is hovering

I found you

Here's Moysa
There's Moysa