Anthill from Ekko by Tara Nome Doyle

My mind is an anthill
It creeps and it crawls
Behind every question
An answer is born

So I won’t ask for more time
I wouldn’t dare to call anybody mine
Everything I know I learned between the lines
Adding flowers to the shrine
Adding flowers to the shrine

This word is a beehive
It’s sweet but it stings
So easy to fly
With blood on our wings
So I won’t ask for more time
I wouldn’t dare to call anybody mine
Everything I know I learned between the lines
Adding flowers to the shrine
Adding flowers to the shrine

The queen is dead
Long live the colonies
Off with our heads
The body needs time to heal

Long live the colonies
Long live the colonies
Long live the colonies
Long live the
Long live the colonies
Long live the colonies
Long live the colonies

So all I ask for is a room without a door
A path to follow
Friends that remember to call
Everything I know I learned between the lines
Adding flowers to the shrine
Adding flowers to the shrine

• Pop
• art pop
• chamber pop
• folk pop
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• Berlin