I knock on your door til it’s night and you’re still not alive
My hands are all covered in soot to prove that I tried
The moon is a cowl shell
In which I dare not dwell
Til it is time
Our shoes made a pile by the door that i took as a sign
Your clothes spread out on my floor I thought you were mine
As soon as our lives had merged
The devil began to purge
And made you divine
Bury you in a shallow grave in case you choose to rise
The fifth day of the prophecy is printed on your eyes so it’s no surprise
I knock on your door til it’s night and you’re still not alive
The fact of god come to light before it is time
Such an incredible
Stunt i’d like to pull
After this life
The rook in the garden scours the rubbish for snakes
Their fangs are not poison but still they’ll bite all the same
A copse in the biting cold
Where coals burn down to gold
Is all that remains
Bury you in a shallow grave in case you choose to rise
The fifth day of the prophecy is printed on your eyes
The long-awaited new record from Woods feels like a stereophonic dream full of whimsical instrumentation and good vibes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2020