Track 8 from my latest album Letters to Delphi from the Grave & Garden of Eden. Written, sung & produced by me. Probably one of the shortest songs I've ever made but it's very pure. The feeling of this album is very raw and minimal.
Set the table yet I ate not a single bite, no appetite
My body devouring itself in rumination
Closer to the self-circling the drain
Mentally upturned all the stones with the leaves
Not to fall in love easily, but deeply in nature
Love mistaken for empathy, the difference between love and pity
Emotional depth, now love versus sex
Wounded now a sense of purpose
I saw the pain reflected
Breast of breast through bone to bone
Set the table yet I ate not a single bite, no appetite
My body devouring itself in rumination
Closer to the self-circling the drain
Mentally upturned all the stones with the leaves
Every moment fleeting, not to fall in love easily
But deeply in nature, falling into place
I am no exception, so take me
Choosing love, be it death or another form of doom
Breast of breast through bone to bone
Not to fall in love easily, but deeplymore