The way you move like a rattled shell
The way you move takes me away from her in broken words
Wading through days of baited slurs
Awoke
Passed stones
God knows
We hoped
The salt
The gold
The ring
You're home
So you are the point in the arc
The quiet drone of a whisper
Delayed by codes in ether
Doll, you are not well
Though you were lied to
This was your calling from the beginning
Just so you know, I was shown
The miles of haze on your unpaved roads
Tidal waves as they bury our own
The blankets of age as they cover our homes
The city of grey when that east wind blows
The buyer and his tenant
He is the fire in the belly
Here to simplify the order
And abstract the very marrow
From your steady source of wonder
Just to feel a remission in your bones
So white and blind
To see right side for right side
There's no bottom to the barrel
All your honor is in the soil
Like your baby and your backwoods gold
A seed, the prose, and lyrical counterweights
He's convinced she'll catch you through microwaves
Atrophied by the eyewitness influence
Attempts to avoid the impact of confidence
The deadbolt, the bridge, the busted out aggregate
The pride of our seas, we don't even give a shit
We hesitate, our sentences intersect
Whitewashing lines with words that we never meant
I told myself
I told myself I'm holding the missing link
No one else
No one else can nullify gravity
Feel these hands
Feel these hands they're fulfilling destiny
Made my plans
Made my plans to challenge the histories
EnsaNorth - Backwood Gold Lyrics
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The way you move like a rattled shell
The way you move takes me away from her in broken words
Wading through days of baited slurs
Awoke
Passed stones
God knows
We hoped
The salt
The gold
The ring
You're home
So you are the point in the arc
The quiet drone of a whisper
Delayed by codes in ether
Doll, you are not well
Though you were lied to
This was your calling from the beginning
Just so you know, I was shown
The miles of haze on your unpaved roads
Tidal waves as they bury our own
The blankets of age as they cover our homes
The city of grey when that east wind blows
The buyer and his tenant
He is the fire in the belly
Here to simplify the order
And abstract the very marrow
From your steady source of wonder
Just to feel a remission in your bones
So white and blind
To see right side for right side
There's no bottom to the barrel
All your honor is in the soil
Like your baby and your backwoods gold
A seed, the prose, and lyrical counterweights
He's convinced she'll catch you through microwaves
Atrophied by the eyewitness influence
Attempts to avoid the impact of confidence
The deadbolt, the bridge, the busted out aggregate
The pride of our seas, we don't even give a shit
We hesitate, our sentences intersect
Whitewashing lines with words that we never meant
I told myself
I told myself I'm holding the missing link
No one else
No one else can nullify gravity
Feel these hands
Feel these hands they're fulfilling destiny
Made my plans
Made my plans to challenge the histories
The way you move takes me away from her in broken words
Wading through days of baited slurs
Awoke
Passed stones
God knows
We hoped
The salt
The gold
The ring
You're home
So you are the point in the arc
The quiet drone of a whisper
Delayed by codes in ether
Doll, you are not well
Though you were lied to
This was your calling from the beginning
Just so you know, I was shown
The miles of haze on your unpaved roads
Tidal waves as they bury our own
The blankets of age as they cover our homes
The city of grey when that east wind blows
The buyer and his tenant
He is the fire in the belly
Here to simplify the order
And abstract the very marrow
From your steady source of wonder
Just to feel a remission in your bones
So white and blind
To see right side for right side
There's no bottom to the barrel
All your honor is in the soil
Like your baby and your backwoods gold
A seed, the prose, and lyrical counterweights
He's convinced she'll catch you through microwaves
Atrophied by the eyewitness influence
Attempts to avoid the impact of confidence
The deadbolt, the bridge, the busted out aggregate
The pride of our seas, we don't even give a shit
We hesitate, our sentences intersect
Whitewashing lines with words that we never meant
I told myself
I told myself I'm holding the missing link
No one else
No one else can nullify gravity
Feel these hands
Feel these hands they're fulfilling destiny
Made my plans
Made my plans to challenge the histories
Writer: Doug Hammerschmidt
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