i can see my the work my lungs are doing
pouring out with mist
silent barks and mosses, growths of hiding
tell me all you know


and i have yet to see the woods align
i've let my limbs grow wild
and i will pay with what means the most to me
evenings, fresh and mild


branches trace dark patterns in the soil
that shadows follow
willow wisps and silhouettes are mourning
trees that i don't know


(drink the air around you)
(sacred fog surrounds you)


night will soon be upon me, and i'm back where i began
disembodied wanderers guide me by my hand
will they lead me from this place?
or will they never let their numb embrace?


and i have yet to see the woods align
i've let my limbs grow wild
and i will pay with what means the most to me
evenings, fresh and mild


and i have yet to see the woods align
the night has left me blind
and i will pay with what means the most to me
i'll leave it all behind