Found, Oval and Final
by Altar of Plagues
From the album: Teethed Glory and Injury
Duration: 03:19
Lyrics for Found, Oval and Final
A balm in your hands, it has begun to hide. Once more, (left as) the one awake, a script knotted in a hand. Absent and building, and looming in the air hung and thin between (sparks of sunlight). The dark and the dark, all the hours. Numbers and worlds well-tuned. Not all thing are well wound – there are joys. But I am bound, to follow you.