*NEW MUSIC RELEASE* someone i used to knowno one knew him well‘strange as hella spoon–a hero too–is all that turned the screw from way back whenyou don’t know thenhe pulled awayaround the bendno one saw that train again ’til someone said throw the netsand drag the lakewe can’t waste another dayif we’re to save the… Read More Remember John Cope
In the search for lightI found a place where we can go – An answer to where confusion crawls As darkness falls from me Do you recall Where we were at the start of it all? A single seed was mine to sow But I held it close and never let it grow Or am… Read More Dark Blossom
the road flows beneath like the waves of a rolling oceanmy heartbeat strains against the rhythm of the miles and then begin the rain …a heart full of rain there’s somewhere behind me you forget about mein darkness, there’s somewhere behind meI’d rather you wouldn’t be and my heart won’t take this strain …a heart… Read More Heart Full of Rain
At the water’s edgeWe breathe our last goodbyesAnd heave a heavy sighSublime this place in time Beneath the dying lightWe pay our last respectsAnd shoulder vast regrets –‘remember things we can’t forget A bridge of sighsSweet lullabiesStars that rise at eventideWe collude and we collide Don’t lose your faith in time this time… Read More Eventide
’round and ’roundwe turn alonetogether to a place we’ve never known … and call it home just like birdsour thoughts alighton threads so fine ’til startled into flight and we thinkand we feeland we tremble at timesbut don’t talk at all
if we get a chance we’ll get out of this place, ‘hop in my car and drive to the rain
it’s been too longwe’ve been aching for daysto reach back into lightand stretch our legs we’re all running in placestand still and it’s plain to seeif only for momentwe believe we are free it’s been too longsince we stretched for the lightit’s been too longsince we took root in flight and if we cry, we cryand talk among… Read More Stretch
Originally posted on Robert Müller and the Way Home:
Lie down in the yarrow of the field Let yourself be swallowed By waves of deep green And lose the notion that it all might be a dream Upon new grass, become a love supreme An unfortunate soul trying to break through Caught in the…
It’s a matter of perspective To see outside the lines To extend beyond yourself And your borders Realize it’s all a false construct You and me is no different than us and them Unless you believe it It’s a matter of perspective
and just like that i forget to breathe again suspended midair just like i remember december will be here and gone like a train where i’m left standing … gone like a train and just like that i forget to breathe again suspended midair just like i remember
Robert Müller and the Way Home 