Pendulum by Eden Page

Truth is bold, and cold, and tough,
It sits and stews inside your gut,
It brews a strange and encompassing moment,
It stings in the deepest part of our soul.

But when you say you cannot see,
The ripest fruit upon the tree,
I swallow my pit and hand you a seed.

Yes, no, I don't know,
Can I find the path that's hidden below,
The pendulum.

Swinging, to and fro,
Which way to go, which way to go

Cause wind will howl and rain will fall,
The dog will growl and death will call,
We seek the snake, yet lament at it's fruits,
Do you really seek the truth.

But when I say I cannot see,
The ripest fruits upon my tree,
Swallow my pit and hand me a seed.

Yes, no, I don't know,
Can I find the path that's hidden below,
The pendulum.

Swinging, to and fro,
Which way to go, which way to go

• Alternative
• Female
• experimental
• indie
• Seattle