Heath from Symmetries by The Bitter Lake

say it again, or help me to my feet if you would
the way is paved with secrets hidden in the stones
and truth be told, I always forget what you'd've done
cos I'm a hopeless case, I'd never find my way alone

cos when the wind blows I lose my sense of direction
and the trees close in; my mind fills up with doubt
and the moon glows on her distant throne of darkness
and you're waiting up ahead

well, the game is up
as the night grows cold
and your voice is faltering
at the way to go

high in the hills we chase each second to the ground
down at the river's edge the water doesn't seem to want to flow
and if I were younger I'd swear these shadows were taunting us
far be it from me to question every single thing you know

but when the wind blows you lose your sense of direction
and the trees close in; your eyes fill up with doubt
and the moons glows on her distant throne of darkness
and you're falling way behind

• Folk
• acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• english folk
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• lost in the woods
• melancholy
• original folk
• strings
• viola
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