I see the joy spread on the land. She was feeding the drunks from her hand. A life of duty is spare, but her heart changes fast, she's taking the blades to her hair. I look on from above, the height of the world. All the work that we'd done for the name or the love of a girl, to see it all come crumbling down, the tower we built from the tip to the blade to the hilt. Oh, watch it go, watch it go. A dance in the dark with a spectre, a moth eaten robe and a sceptre, a venom-less crown, laid on the ground when I left her. Sometimes I'll write a word, there in the sand. But up comes the crown, the crush bearing down on my hand. How I can never look away as the lines disappear in the salt and the froth and the spray. I'm alone in a room, when I find the throne. In the milk of the moon lies the root of the doom that I've known. And I'm moved to dance at the foot of the stair. A shroud and a crown in a heap on the seat of a chair. Oh, watch it go, watch it go. The crumbling of stones from the spire, the dust on the wind climbing higher, a wave of decay with no sign of the quake, flood or fire.
credits
from Almanac,
released August 10, 2017
Emily Bos - vocals
Brett Caswell - piano (melody)
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