Not very many people would relate dubstep to beauty--but this track is of melodic artistry.
And as always, there is a mournful, sobering quality to it.
Oh that I had, the wing of a dove
To rest on me
This is not new to me
As I sit in this boat
But I'm so cold my bones, will freeze
And there's nought through the haze
I've been waiting so long
But my hour has gone, away.
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