I don’t know what you want from me
You'd take it all if it were free
It’s all about you take it from me
I hear your laughter after dark
Making your mess don't leave a mark
Making it up has become and art
Making up for what you lack
Bow your head and behind your back
Holding on to all that
Vanity, look at me, vanity.
I'm at a place where the roads divide
Don't need you to help me decide
It's far enough thanks for the ride
I might hunger I might thirst
Barefoot on this road it hurts
Above my head your circling birds
Vanity, look at me, vanity
Vanity, look at me, vanity
Ohhh all the things I've tried and I was dying to do
I'm never satisfied, never satisfied tangled up inside with you
If I were the rain if I were the wind
I wouldn't care now where I've been
Where I'm going I’d just fit in
I'm going to find this love I need
Follow the breath I breathe
In and out through the trees
Over a mountains into the sky
Wait for the clouds to cry
And wash away all my
Vanity, look at me, vanity
Vanity, until I’m free, of vanity
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023