Indie folk, Slow tempo, personal, intimate, love song, warm, organic, simple, sparse, nostalgic, emotional, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, organ, tambourine
If I blind my eyes to my love, I cannot protect you with my hate. Maybe you are the Adversary and The Friend. And if I am at war with myself, and I am trampling down each border between us well in that case, I may become extinct like a dead nation. And so, you would then conquer yourself. And when our flag is billowing over nobody when that day comes, I wont know where to begin. Maybe you are the Adversary and The Friend.