The name is obviously a reference to the fact that this song contained parts that are too high for me to sing in my regular voice.  Notice a theme there?  I constantly write songs out of my vocal range because when I hear melodies, I am not concerned about my range.  Anyway, I thought it was a lame name so I picked a more appropriate one out of the lyrics, but I still refer to this song as Falsetto most of the time, so hence the parenthesis.

It’s really a jazzy, quiet and intimate song, perhaps under my new scheme I’d classify this one under Aristotle’s Hope.

Aries9: Cult (Falsetto)

 

Keep running through the bottles of dark white water
And I run from you
Thinking that you are the one who will fill me up
Why couldn’t I live with my own flower
Was it too pale to keep?

‘Cause I am tired of this

But I keep walking
As if running away from the guilt
From facing you
Without facing me
Am I alone in this cult?
For god of belonging
I waste me

‘Cause I am tired of this

The more I find, the more I doubt
Like a howling chased by wind
I miss your hands