A hollow home scar, a bundle of stars, a seismograph heart
In telluric tense, we sound our own depths
Go back to the start
And in the waking golden hour
In the fading arrow shower
Where the snow fell like ash
Grit and graft, care and craft
Thoughts slowed and simmered dim
Mirrored limbs, speckled skin
Keeps turning, time keeps turning
Like something turned in flight
The new beach, the old night
In the colours of the cut knot
False starts, blood stops
In the steps unstitched from stair
Echoes call in the wеt air
Keeps turning, all keeps turning
A hollow home scar, a bundle of stars, a seismograph hеart
In telluric tense, we sound our own depths
Go back to the start
And in the glitter of the green
And in the signal of the stream
In the set square of the sun
And the slowed attention
And the body keeps a score
The ocean an open door
Keeps turning, time keeps turning
Piled stories, broken stones
The afterglow of upturned bones
In the body weathering
Twin eyes shimmering
Love unheard is not lost
It's a ripple, it's a cross
Keeps turning, all keeps turning
Hold on to this wild ocean
Let the world inside
We fall into wild country
Let the world inside
Hold on to this wild ocean
Let the world inside
We fall into wild country
Let the world inside
Hold on to this wild ocean
Let the world inside
We fall into wild country
Let the world inside