Bottles & Boyhood (original) - Beni Brosh

An original song about growing up and feelings and bottles and stuff.
Filmed by Mike Bodall.

As a little boy I stood at the edge of the woods
Winchester held to my eye
The bottles I missed reached like finger tips
Trying to turn back the time

Shining in the woods bottles and boyhood
Broken and bleeding in the dirt
I wasted my youth thinking I was bulletproof
And that’s how you measured a man’s worth

The Atlantic at my toes I wondered, “where does all this go?
will the tides will ever turn?"
Cold and salty breeze, frozen below my knees
Wrapped inside the wind the whiskey burned

Shining in the sea young naivete
Crashing in waves over me
I wasted my youth waiting for the truth
To wash up in a bottle on the beach

Why do I close my eyes and keep it all inside
These wildfires I'll never put to rest
Perhaps it's not in me to live a life of peace
This rage I know is sure to be my death

Shining in the woods bottles and boyhood
The little things carried in my heart
I wasted my youth pushing down the truth
Until it brought me down into the dark