you belong from changeling by spitbrook

cast a stone, make a ripple on the water
it will return to you
open your hand, drop a seed into the soil
it will return to you
shed your skin and lay down your heavy bones
you will return to you
wash your blood, let it run in the river
you will return to you
you will return

oh, i can't remember my name when i'm out in the woods! guess it's gone with the wind...
oh, but when the seasons change again, i will follow where it went!
until then, call me friend...

find the shade of a hemlock tree and
let it cover you
crush the needles let them stain your fingers
let it color you
borrow the green for your brand new eyes
you will become anew
let the silver paint your insides
you belong to the moon.
you belong to me.

oh, i can't remember my name when I'm out in the woods! guess it's gone with the wind...
oh, but when the seasons change again, i will follow where it went!
until then, call me friend...

i gave my name to the wind, will it return to me again?
my blood is running to the see as i watch the tide recede
i hope someone comes calling out and i remember who i used to be
when my skin was still the color of the earth
and my eyes the same my mother wore.
yes, my eyes, the same my mother wore...

cast a stone, make a ripple on the water
it won't return to you
open your hand, drop a seed into the soil
if you think it will return to you
shed your skin and lay down your heavy bones
you won't return to you
wash your blood, let it run in the river

you won't return to you.
you'll never return to you.
you will never return.

• Folk
• dark folk
• folk horror
• lo-fi
• lo-fi indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Olympia