Nothing Here ft. Nick Futch Lyrics

I'm going in

Waiting on winter to end

On those grounds it just depends

On when the moon's right

And spring begins

In the pine

Where the devils dwell

Where in winter

This bayou's still hot as hell

Nothing here grow

Nothing here grows

In the right direction

I've made honest connection

Moss on the trees

Hold secrets I need

The truth I've long frightened to feel

I feel this progressing

The deeper I go

The more I will know

The moor I will know

Nothing Here

Nothing Here

Nothing Here

Nothing Here

Nothing Here

Nothing Here

Hands offer more than one can hold

Hands offer more than one can hold

Hands offer more than one can hold