“Myth” by Beach House

Can’t keep hanging on to what is dead and gone.

Drifting in and out,
you see the road you’re on.

It came rolling down your cheek.
You say just what you mean.

And in between, it’s never as it seems

Help me to name it.
Help me to name it.

If you built yourself a myth,
you’d know just what to give.

What comes after this?
Momentary bliss,
the consequence of what you do to me.

Help me to name it.
Help me to name it.

arrows fall from the sun.

Canyon calling would they come to greet you?
Let you know you’re not the only one?

Can’t keep hanging on
to what is dead and gone.

If you built yourself a myth,
you’d know just what to give.

Materialize
or let the ashes fly.

Help me to name it.
Help me to name it.

CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

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