Eureka

A janky recording of my newest song, Eureka.

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My misty dreams of trees and wind
have been withered by the sun
It's to the mountains I must go,
Where the wild rivers run

By the sea, by the sea
shall my heart be free
Where the waves crash into the land
No more, no more will your memories haunt me
Where the night is as black as the sand

In a house made of stone
I will build a fire
While the rain whispers down
Your eyes, they are full of a strange desire
And the tide it is low, it is low

Will the winds sweep me there?
Will my sails be full?
My eyes full of water, my boots full of mud
I shall rest through the sweetest of seasons
A river, it runs through my blood