eight (feat. Wu-Lu)

Nothing stood up higher than this trunk

Routed in madness

Routed in dirt

I feel dirty

I feel whole

Nothing wrong with the new

Nothing wrong with the old

The new me will unfold

With blooms, blossoms and blessings

My teeth are rotten

Open-hearted

Not left behind

The trunk grows

And what left behind

Was meant for you

But never broke the tide

Never broke the bank

Never chatted shit

Call it light

Or call it the drift

All we find

I never thought I'd be without your salvation

Anymore

Not sure what's left behind

Permits me

Front face the tide

Waiting

I never thought I'd be without your salvation

Anymore

Not sure what's left behind

Permits me

Front face the tide

Waiting

Waiting

Front face the tide