This wound could have claimed your soul, but you won't admit at all. You hurt but you won't say why, with all your resources fried. Throw your hands up, like your just don't know. How can you deny? Something's wrong with us. The seeds that you sow in vain, won't grow. Your plan is a witless shame, you know. Start a war with twigs, twigs and branches. Am I foolish now? The words inside my head give life to thoughts of dread, I force myself to sleep instead, why? Something's wrong with everything. On my own, my heart beats a hollow drum. In your love, this old man will be undone.
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021