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Banyan Tree
Rock
Banyan Tree was released on September 9, 2022 by East Point as a part of the album Banyan Tree - Single
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Release DateSeptember 9, 2022
LabelEast Point
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
East Point
East Point
Performer
Rowan Feehan Dally
Rowan Feehan Dally
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ward Hancock
Ward Hancock
Composer

Lyrics

They said don't lose that faith
I know I did
With each battle lost
To the wolves of grace
Yeah don't lose that faith
I knew I would
Time after time day after day
Underneath the Banyan Tree
They said to keep that sight
When they couldn't see themselves
You'd think that they could
In the mirror every night
You got to keep that sight
Holding hands in the dark
You'll need it soon
When the storm starts
Underneath the Banyan Tree
Underneath the Banyan Tree
I speak to me
Ohhhh
They said don't run from truth
They once had themselves
It's easy to forget the clarity of youth
Yeah don't run from truth
It's like a selling point
To help accept what you can't refuse
Underneath the Banyan Tree
They said don't lose that dream
Of gold that gleams
It's somewhere near
But it's that common theme
And usual scheme
That keeps us here
We're running, running, running, running, running away
(Faster now bring the crowd you know we can't stop)
Towards, towards, towards, towards a brighter day
(Through the shroud and the doubt feel the aftershock)
Yeah-hey
(Feel the aftershock)
(Feel the aftershock)
I see thick black smoke but no fire
Innocent eyes and liars
Visions and dreams of desire
It's looking bad but not dire
The water's rising but I guess we'll swim
Or find a boat we can all climb in
Paddling around this sea of sin
Pretending not to watch the fins
The pain you could sense but not blind hope
The perfect pretense to smile and joke
Spawning hordes of acolytes
That blurred the lines of wrong and right
They kept spitting words of sickness that stung
It seeped through my eyes and into my lungs
The sharpest point is the tip of that tongue
That tells you just to forget it and run
The sickness it spread, I've got it now
It's taken hold, I don't know how
Somewhere between a debt I made when I was bulletproof and not afraid
But I'm tired already and I just started this race
I'm sick of the lies and the pacts that we make
Each compromise we leave in our wake
A piece of ourselves to the Wolves of Grace
Written by: Ward Hancock
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