caverns of empty space no bones can keep their shape no water and no flames but smoke as black as lace go down ironsides go down golden ghost so long battle bones i ve seen it come to only dust no black only gray we come or come what may break out of harms way pink washed the skies away beaches combing for the ring reaches bones and copper string all that s left from all you bring keeps me searching through your things
['funk', 'neo soul', 'pop soul', 'soul']