The Woolgatherer Lyrics

As the fury fades to grace, watch redemption's furtive place

Like a breaching of a mind you won't recall had any sign of each indomitable time

Blotting out a bleach stain to reframe

It's like a forgery

(Is that enough of me?)

Holden brazenry

(Folded hazardry)

How understayed, the loss one feels

(Unlearn a fragment, come in)

To re-decide on claims to lay beside

(The hum is low)

Pull taught your own hope, no crease to ride on the bedsheets stained and plied

Posit pressure to the mind as you collect a kin of strife - you will bind yourself blind in time

Cordoned off and quartered, your core verse stands to lose some faith

Is it a forgery?

(It is enough of me)

Holden brazenry

Is it a forgery?

(It is enough of me)

Holden brazenry

(Folded hazardry)

How understayed, the loss one feels

(unlearn a fragment, come in)

To re-decide on claims to lay beside

(the hum is low)

I'd celebrate the settling sea; a virtue

(Let limp your right hand; release)

And I recognize I keep alight that burning lake/the hunger still

I know