Текст Matthew And The Atlas – Old Master

I disappeared, I found a way
I made a choice, not to stay
I held it down, I watched it die
The life we made, faded away

Sometimes I see a shadow rise
Beneath my hands, then over me
I look into the great divide
I feel so strangely alive

But I know, that it ain’t easy
And I find, some kind of comfort
In the wide, open spaces
Yeah I find some kind of comfort

The bed unmade, remembering
Conversations, returning
How strange it feels, to be reborn
My old master, my burning star

But I know, that it ain’t easy
And I find, some kind of comfort
In the wide, open spaces
Yeah I find some kind of comfort in the spaces