Tread ever so carefully
As if on fragile ice

Though we all live near the bog
Its eyes only open up for some

Daylight is burned to mist
And the blanket spreads her wings
In this window of opportunity
Wilder paths grown over
Silent speaking
Darkened brush
Tilt your your head towards the sound

Though we all live near the bog
Its eyes only open up for some
Wear your intentions gracefully
Let’s set the standard, son

Tread ever so carefully
As if on fragile ice

Though we all live near the bog
Its eyes only open up for some
Wear your intentions gracefully
Let’s set the standard, son

Let everyone warn you
You have to see it for yourself to understand
Faintly seeing feral forms
Eyes that somehow shine all night
It's just the order of the bog

Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
Carl Cunningham - Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
Micah Robinson - COVID