Modern Studies - Wild Ocean Lyrics

A hollow home scar, a bundle of stars, a seismograph heart/ in telluric tense, we sound our own depths/ go back to the start// and in the waking golden hour/ in the fading arrow shower/ where the snow fell like ash/ grit and graft care and craft/ thoughts slowed and simmered dim/ mirrored limbs speckled skin/ keeps turning, time keeps turning// like something turned in flight/ the new beech, the old night/ in the colours of the cut knot/ false starts, blood stops/ in the steps unstitched from stair, echoes call in the wet air/ keeps turning all keeps turning// a hollow home scar, etc.// and in the glitter of the green/ and in the signal of the stream/ in the set square of the sun/ and the slowed attention/ and the body keeps a score/ the ocean an open door/ keeps turning, time keeps turning// piled stories, broken stones, the afterglow of upturned bones/ in the body weathering/ twin eyes shimmering/ love unheard is not lost/ it's a ripple, it's a cross/ keeps turning, all keeps turning// hold on to this wild ocean/ let the world inside/ we fall into wild country/ let the world inside