lyrics

  • blair witch baby

    where are you going?

    blair witch baby

    could we just wait till the morning?

    I miss your bitterness

    the sweet decay of loneliness

    the little teeth buried in your wrist

    the selfish dreams I’m drowning in

    the light is gone

    the night is long

    and I don’t wanna sit here alone

    despite all of your charms

    I think we might be lost

    blair witch baby

    you’re making me nervous

    blair witch baby

    I think we’re walking in circles

    I miss your bitterness

    the sweet decay of loneliness

    the little teeth buried in your wrist

    the selfish dreams I’m drowning in

    the light is gone

    the night is long

    and I don’t wanna sit here alone

    despite all of your charms

    I think we might be lost

    paper thin

    I can’t commit to silence

    weathering

    the curses you’re reciting

    I’ll admit

    I’m not at risk of falling

    further in

    than I ever could imagine

    despite all of your charms

    I think we might be lost

    blair witch baby

    where are you going?

  • the gentle work is finished

    the granite slows my pace

    month passes in an instant

    summer’s here to stay

    you’re a sheepdog

    an electric fence

    and a little too scared of silence

    I’m a creek bed, and a cold hand

    and a lifelong friend

    but I’m keeping myself

    distracted

    and you’re keeping yourself

    distracted

  • in the north field

    midnight’s a fever dream

    august reveals

    ibis and evergreen

    following the full moon

    in the light of day

    follow if you want to

    and we don’t have to say

    a word

    let the light steal

    across the shallow creek

    shadows conceal

    a home inside the reeds

    what was the point of

    all this dreaming?

    tell me marie

    are you content to

    keep believing

    that you broke free?

    did you stay there while

    I kept asking

    where you could be?

    is it a comfort that

    we’re past it?

    in the north field

    midnight’s a fever dream