Rise by Tyler Dettloff

Every time I rise
I can feel my back breaking
my hearts quaking
you thought my
love was forsaken
down on the killing floor
with my love

the last time I cried
you'd called the rain a curse
the heat waves worse
nobody ever felt safe
in a hearse
down on the killing floor
with my love
with my love

next time I'm high
I'll reminisce about
glory, grace, and rainbows
erase dimensions, time, and shadows
you won't know which way
the fuckin wind blows
down on the killing floor
with my love

Every time I rise
I can feel our world awaken
with warmth and seasons
I offer you all my love for no reason
down on the killing floor

• Americana
• Country
• Folk
• Rock & Roll
• blues
• folk
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Sault Ste. Marie