Doused in teeming rain
This year has wound down
We’re wound up back now
In this landlocked town
In a sea of friends to see the hours out
She burrows her smile in his neck
The kick drum resonates like a pine drop pulse in our chests
You’re going out west at first light
So slow our senses now and rerun the good nights
The good, the good
This was doing something with heart
It was tearing at the seams
It was building from the rubble
Like your father ingrained
This was doing something with heart
And tearing at the seams
Back from the brink of ruin
Hellbend on good days
Back from the brink of ruin
Hellbend on good days