I had forgotten the beginning of the story
But that's no matter, this womb or another
She was a bright sun, with a key under her pillow
hiding a bold child, thirsty as a willow
Flesh to earth, to flesh again
The caves that I have sheltered in
I feel the wind come up through the pine
I smell the earth where Crum Creek winds
where Crum Creek winds
I climbed on mountains even as I learned to stand still
to beg that bright light, from a far, so fragile
Fear I remembered, but I swear I couldn't feel it
A full moon frightened, when my sun began to orbit
I had forgotten, the beginning of the story
We're born to bright stars, in search of our own glory
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022