Nothing from Creation by Lea Morris

I don’t want to be here, but I can’t find the door
Someone told me I look like the lady from the pancake box
I don’t want my mother. It was her that left me here
I just like to find a way to get to someplace that I am not
I’m not to blame for all that I have done nothing
To harm the love that was and never is again
I don’t understand it. Where’d I put my face?
I thought I’d laid it down beside the lake. The shore is gone and now it’s been washed away
I am not a rich man. Pretty sure I’m not a thief
I am just the one who stands and watches as everybody else acts out the scene

• Acoustic
• contemporary folk
• singer-songwriter
• Braunschweig