i ve been left to lick my wounds for too long down to bone calloused tongue itchy teeth metal mouth with rubber gums i can t talk now hold me for an hour flowers bloom in less we ll brace this crumbling tower the harvest of distress eke me out make me last i am a broken ship a sinking mast you filled me up and made the holes with fingertips red nails and cutting words patch me up 
['ambient folk', 'indie folk']