Mothlite - Neverbegoodwood lyrics

Fathoming the gulf between us Whose brambled banks bleed us dry And its weathered hollowed mouth, Groans toward the auroral even-light The mist strokes the hair Of its rippling creeper-life Hemlock murmurs under the fall Of vermilion leaves Some of us shivering, Some of us still off baited hook, Hang blistered tongues From the bone-lit canopy Of Neverbegoodwood When the winter comes, And heather belles ring for us, One last look at the giant leaves, One last breath before the gloom