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Second Harbour - Mourning Dove (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Mourning Dove by Second Harbour Listen, stream at: https://bfan.link/mourning-dove From the new EP 'Coalesce' out December 12th, 2025 Pre-Save here: https://bfan.link/coalesce Video by Second Harbour Special thanks to Claudia Woodard Lyrics: There’s dust here on your welcome mat The grass is dead, the stairs collapsed The door’s the same, the window’s cracked The porch’s paint is peeling back You never seemed to see to that I would’ve helped, you seldom asked Have I earned what you wrought If you threw the first rock Am I wasting my breath If you’re deaf when I talk You’re fowl and you’ve got To perch and take stock You razed your own nest To spite your own flock How could you I was a lot of things You bade me to fly But I couldn't grow any wings And if I had You would’ve pulled them off and pushed me over Nobody thought to call it in No mourning dove I’m laden with most everything You’ve ever touched Believe me, if you box me in I’ll box it up I’m getting rid of anything You’ve ever loved Will it help you if I bother spelling everything out Bring the dam walls down and put a dent in the drought You’ll resent me for the sewage spilling out of my mouth Why bother straining through the liquid ‘stead of crushing the spout So put a stop to the leak Make sure the spout doesn't speak Another drop and we’ll be drowning for the rest of the week but I I wanna be bone dry I think we should both try Nobody thought to call it in No mourning dove I’m laden with most everything You’ve ever touched Believe me, if you box me in I’ll box it up I’m getting rid of anything You’ve ever loved I should've been thrilled All I’m feeling is angry Would it’ve killed you To make some time Now you’re under the hill And I’m over the ash tree I’m missing a life That was never mine To miss You wanted this So here I am And where does that leave you Cause I’m left with quite the view Nobody thought to call me in The morning of I’m laden with most everything You’ve ever touched Believe me, if you box me in I’ll box it up I’m getting rid of anything You’ve ever loved Nobody thought to call me in Your mourning dove Shaken, hardly burgeoning But old enough So maybe you will keep this in And keep me up I’m holding onto everything You should’ve loved