Myriad from The Seed by Plum

You dropped doubt into the hole
Where you buried me
Still I tasted touches of warmth
I grew into a crystal with a myriad of leaves
Intricate like wild green ferns

Formed by ice, by your cold breath
Falling on the warmth of the world
Delicate, clean bright prisms of light
Tempted me to fully uncurl

Now I grow my own
Everything I need
Now I grow my own
Everything I need

I became in the cold
I became in the cold
I am all of the wonder you will never seek

Now I grow my own
Everything I need
Now I grow my own
Everything I need

I became in the cold
I became in the cold

Now I grow my own
Everything I need
Now I grow my own
Everything I need

• Electronic
• alternative
• dark
• electropop
• leftfield
• synthpop
• Edinburgh