My Heart Is Not At Peace - Mount Eerie

If my heart were at peace

Would it be a blossom?

Or, satisfied, would it be a stone?

My heart is not at peace

I woke up hungry

There is wind but there’s no song

A satisfied heart

Half sleeping through the days

In the wind, in the home

If my heart were at peace

I would have closed the doors and windows

Satisfaction feels like a tomb

I was writhing in the tomb

My heart a frozen boulder

The «romance» and all I’d rejected

Comes like music on the wind

The violence in my heart

The stone in the mountain

All destroyed by the sweeping broom

All revealed by the burning wind