This is a song from beneath the ground I only echo October’s sound Belly-kissed into some half-life Standing naked to be crucified
On tempered plains we speak in flames Questions ripping against the grain Children scream at the already-framed We are too restless to shoulder the blame
I don‘t mean to tie you down I just don‘t know where it's coming from This emptiness leads to craving
My autumn, no-one alive could touch her wisdom Her glint was jewelled and fired in heaven‘s pool My precious cousin, my twin, my second skin The only thing I ever fought to win
Don‘t suffocate what you want to protect She‘ll rise for air and then you'll start her descent Far from the garden you built to impress She is the angel your friends will undress