From the recording Bright in Bad Weather
Lyrics
Distracting nostalgia, hoping for the future
I can’t wait to get there
Broken past to repair
Attached by the rib formed from the dust of the earth
Whisper another fib, comfort to sooth all the hurt
For the life of me I can’t recall your name
Taken from my side burned by an old flame
Prechorus
Chorus
Now I’m burning up just from your fever dream
Cursed is the ground we walk on
A fallen king and queen
But you always said
That life could be better
Flowers from the dead to turn back the weather
They come out the ground without bruised heels or birth pains
Our wrinkles are worsening
The curse is reversing