Dreamcatcher - ERRA 

 Nurtured by the spirits of the wilderness 

 The only mother we have left 

 She is the web in the willow hoop like feathers 

 We just hang in the air 

 Open arms to a mother’s gift 

 Electric sensations pulsating through our ribs 

 Breathing life into our dreams 

 While nightmares wear 

 Wear down the dancing lines of her woven web 

 Hanging beneath the nightmare 

 We fall apart 

 Hoping you’ll call our names 

 Sweet voice we’ll follow 

 In trying to preserve you 

 We fall apart, we fall apart 

 Restore youth 

 Ghost of the willow trees 

 The oak, the pines, the bowing mountain peaks 

 Bring forth the solace of your breeze 

 Open arms to a mother’s gift 

 Electric sensations pulsating through our ribs 

 Breathing life into our dreams 

 The weight of man is crushing me 

 The weight of man is crushing me 

 Bring forth the solace of your breeze 

 From looming pines through ocean seas 

 Oh, mother, 

 I am breaking down 

 Oh, mother, 

 I call to you 

 Ghost of the willows, 

 The weight of man is crushing me 

 I am falling apart broken into someone 

 less than who I’m meant to be 

 I am lost, 

 I am lost