N 43° 59' 38.927" W 71° 23' 45.27''-The Hotelier

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christian Holden [00:02.90]We sit and we talk, not of much but of little. [00:06.67]I see the moon, the moon sees me. [00:09.16]I would smile but it would be meaningless, I wouldn't want it to be. [00:13.09]But in a landscape of tilted heads, while the sky sheds skin on my body [00:17.48]I feel my voice quiet to a halt and this is where I am [00:23.41]You in this light feels new, woken, woven deep until the roots touch dryness against the fallen limb of oaken. [00:30.68]This place speaks, it says many things of nothing [00:34.48]Makes no demands and offers no salvation [00:37.57]Only repeats what you say in a way you've never heard it. [00:40.73]An echo off the far wall, a reflection of your face. [00:44.25]I see the moon, the moon sees me. [00:46.96]That's enough