I feel like I’m never gonna age
I’m frozen in this space waiting for a gale
I’m glad the things I love are far away
I’m glad that they'll be safe when the raindrops fill the pail
As no time at all becomes all the time I have
Mercy finds a way to slow me down
I wonder at the leaves, the insects and the reeds
And I thank my life for every sight and sound
Muted yellow light brings in the storm
And the glow exposes every perfect form
Spread out like a dress before it’s worn
Unbloodied as the hand before the thorn
Then the memory is all that’s left
Records just keep breaking on the news
But I don’t understand the system that they use
I’m taken by the bruises in the sky
And I’m lifted as the sunset starts to cry
As no time at all becomes all the time I have
Mercy finds a way to slow me down
I wonder at the leaves, the insects and the reeds
And I thank my life for every sight and sound
Muted yellow light brings in the storm
The glow exposes every perfect form
Spread out like a dress before it’s worn
Unbloodied as the hand before the thorn
Then the memory is all that’s left
credits
from Original Cynic,
released November 4, 2022
Miles Stenhouse- Vocals, Backup Vocals, Instruments
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