-This thing I was sheltering,
- has it really faded ?
- leaving me stuck in a pale tinted humor
-Here I stand wondering
-They said it doesn't matter
-Another missing piece of a crumbling realm
-Still I miss it / (You're on your own)
-Still I miss it (You're on your own)
-I thought, I thought, I owned it
-But nothing is ever ours
-I should have stacked grains of time from sand immemorial
-Instead of being painstaking for nothing
-Nothing breathtaking...
-I'm on my own
-From now on I'll keep myself away from hysteria
-Still I miss it / (You're on your own)
-Still I miss it (You're on your own)
-I thought, I thought, I owned it
-But nothing is ever ours
A darkly beautiful, melancholic, and spiritually stirring enchantment. Hausswolff's soulful pipe organ conjures an entrancing journey through the vast depths of emotion and instinct. jules_721