“They always said the world is round
But how could something round have so many edges?”
The sophistication isn’t restricted to the lyrics. The arrangement of instruments enhances the emotional impact of the song, particular the surges and wanes of the strings and electric guitar. And while the backing vocals are simple, they are very effective.
Zoey Lily is currently based in London. But her press materials state:
“Zoey Lily’s personal relationship with music began as a thirteen-year-old girl in the remote village of Les Mayons in southern France, where she first penned naive thoughts into poems, scripts and songs. Her own attraction towards musical expression took her by surprise, but this becomes all the more apparent once you delve into her past. Raised by a Parisian fashion designer for a mother and a prolific live music agent for a father, Zoey Lily’s childhood is soaked in rock ‘n’ roll…”
“Edges” by Zoey Lily
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Lyrics of “Edges” by Zoey Lily
As time goes by,
We all get rough,
We may grow up
What does it feel like
Being silenced, being quiet?
Heads are full,
Full of questions, full of hopes
No one knows, where they’re gonna go.
But they always said the world is round
But how could something round have so many edges?
And although the air around our mouths becomes
Thinner and thinner, almost before the dawn,
I hope there are days,
Days you fall in love with being alive.
And we all know,
There is always this insecurity
Feels like falling
And waiting for the crash.
And we are screaming
For the world to change
Avenge the lost
Images of us.
They said the world is round
But how could something round have so many edges?
And although the air around our mouths becomes
Thinner and thinner, almost before the dawn,
I hope there are days,
Days you fall in love with being alive.
It’s all too much
And not enough at a same time
Tearing up the letters of the past
The letters of the past.
‘Cause they always said the world is round
But how could something round have so many edges?
And although the air around our mouths becomes
Thinner and thinner, almost before the dawn,
I hope there are days,
Days you fall in love with being alive.