Track Insight / Lyrics
Will-o'-the-wisps flicker like fireflies in the marsh,
Spanish moss drips like ivy from ancient cypress boughs,
Tea lights bob upon the surface as catfish break the skin,
Night-blooming jasmine unfurls, its heady scent astride.
I unravel mysteries in twilight's hush,
Where portents ride the whispering bayou's rush,
Secrets wake within the sultry undertow,
In shadowed depths where cypress knees unfold.
Lilac herons stalk the murky shallows, singular and proud,
Cypress knees rise from the murky
green like dead men in a bog
Rusty weeping willows lean their branches to the ground,
Moonlight gilds the Spanish moss-draped hills.
In the whispering twilight's mystic throes,
Portents rise and secrets softly grow,
Darken the depths of the sultry night,
Where cypress knees stand guard and spasms of light.
Raccoons skitter by as dawn's light begins its ascent,
The misty river's pulse subsides, its mysteries spent,
Crimson sunbeams pierce the emerald canopy,
Dew-kissed spiderwebs sparkle like threads from an invisible loom.
As dawn's first light descends the cypress-laden shore,
The midnight's blackout fills once more,
Secrets recede to the murky depths below,
Where cypress knees stand watch and the whispers grow.
Another cycle's dance unfolds beneath the ancient trees,
Whispers rise from cypress knees, a haunting, sibilant breeze,
The twilight hush that held the mystic portents stays,
As cypress knees unfurl their secrets in the fading day.
In bayou twilight's shifting mood and spell,
Portents rise and secrets softly swell,
Darken the depths of the sultry night,
Where cypress knees stand guard in the fading light.
The sun dips beneath the cypress line,
Motes of woodsmoke swirl like a ghostly vine,
The whispered secrets fall like mist to the ground,
As the lone stalker rises, unbeknown, to roam.
