moss Lyrics

See sunlight disappear behind a veil

The heavens open up with frigid hail

The wind cracking the marrow in your bones

The darkness in your skull becomes a drone

The rain descends upon the sodden earth

The years of damp seem like a bitter curse

Stone to dust

Dust to gale

Weeks go by without a clue

Ash to blood

Blood on stone

Hope, despair anew

Spread seeds of doubt on fallow fields

To spend a lifetime down in the weeds

It's been an age since summertime

The only thing to touch your face are the cold, lonely hands of time

Clawing lines into your skin

Weeks bleed into years with nothing new

Two bony empty hands intertwine (on the level)

The stale around them starts to whine (sentimental)

"Is this love? is it dead?"

Weeks go by without a clue

"Will this lust survive it all?"

Hope, despair anew

Spread seeds of doubt on fallow fields

To spend a lifetime down in the weeds

To fill your life with self-concern

To spend it waiting for sweet return

A golden age when all seemed right

All you end up with is time to burn