She nears Ness. Her skin is lichen & her flesh is moss, she breathes spores. She is wired into the world. There are miles of her in a pinch of soil.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She is not green, but she makes green. Colour is not a possessed property. She makes green, green fills the air around her, warps with her radiance.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She is committed to redefining decay as a form of verdancy & gender as a parallax error, individuality as an aberration, a species anomaly.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She Video (MV)
Performed By: Hayden Thorpe
Language: English
Length: 3:43
Written by: Robert Macfarlane, Hayden Thorpe, Jack McNeill, Cherif Hashizume
Hayden Thorpe - She Lyrics
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English
She nears Ness. Her skin is lichen & her flesh is moss, she breathes spores. She is wired into the world. There are miles of her in a pinch of soil.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She is not green, but she makes green. Colour is not a possessed property. She makes green, green fills the air around her, warps with her radiance.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She is committed to redefining decay as a form of verdancy & gender as a parallax error, individuality as an aberration, a species anomaly.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She is not green, but she makes green. Colour is not a possessed property. She makes green, green fills the air around her, warps with her radiance.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
She is committed to redefining decay as a form of verdancy & gender as a parallax error, individuality as an aberration, a species anomaly.
Trees speak through her. As she passes houses, passes trees, passes cars, she leaves herself behind.
She leaves herself behind.
Writer: Robert Macfarlane, Hayden Thorpe, Jack McNeill, Cherif Hashizume
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY