Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Strung in the wind I called you but you did not hear;
And you're a plant that needs poor soil
And I have treated you too well to give up flowers
Oh I have been too rich for you
Farther than the sun from me
Farther than I'd have you be
And I go north, I get so cold
My heart is lava under stone;
You are not worthy, you are not worthy
With your calculating eyes spinning figures
You cannot see me, you cannot see me
And if I tell myself enough I'll believe it
You are not worthy
The sea it freezes over to trap the light
And I'm in love with being in love
And you were never quite the one; in Gerda's eyes
Fragments of what you've become
And all the moths that fly at night
Believe electric light is bright
You are not worthy, you are not worthy
With your calculating eyes spinning figures
You cannot see me, you cannot see me
And if I tell myself enough I'll believe it
You are not worthy
Farther than the sun from me
Farther than I'd have you be
And I go north, I get so cold
My heart is lava under stone;
You are not worthy, you are not worthy
With your calculating eyes spinning figures
You cannot see me, you cannot see me
And if I tell myself enough I'll believe it
Farther Than The Sun was written by Caroline Lavelle.