i'm a bird on a twig in the morning light
dew drops sparkle
the trees shake
i am not alone
the nightmare lingers
but the scarf around my throat allows me comfort
it's not a place
but i still call it home
time is a wound i cannot close
the days flow out despite the bandages
creaking bones
brittle shell
they may be mine
but it still hurts
i avoided spring like the plague was coming
the rains encourage evil things to wake
but i am not afraid
the blood that soaks the forest fills my lungs
that it's not me is half relief and half shame
time is a wound i cannot close
the days flow out despite the bandages
creaking bones
brittle shell
they may be mine
but it still hurts
i'm fickle with a ticking heart
these hollow bones are ripe with shadows
from the valley i can see my gravestone
and it's comforting to know where i belong
time is a wound i cannot close
the days flow out despite the bandages
creaking bones
brittle shell
they may be mine
but it still hurts
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021