This far north, the air is not without a set of teeth for cutting through your clothes
The spirits of the lusher trees are steadily canvassing the cliffs
They’re at the cabin door
It’s not all bad to be alone
It’s not all bad to be alone
From the lip of the cave of clouds, casting mountains in the sea to watch the ripple moon
We disregard the sinking sounds anymore, pretty little creatures that we are
It’s not all bad to be alone
It’s not all bad to be alone