Walking this amber circle

I keep seeing my own back

It glares

It shakes like the sailor's lantern in a storm

It's close at first

And so are those bleeding wounds

From all the thorns I keep plucking

One by one

Day by day

Peeling off the weight of living

While the smell of my own dripping blood

Covers the scent of the leaves I hide in

Ghostly Sycamore show me where home is

Shine for me like those feral eyes at night

Point your withered nails to my heart and push in

Push till the beat will make your bark shake

Push till the warmth will get you on fire

Push till we'll burn together in tears