Lyrics Tunnel of Trees - Deafheaven

Tunnel of Trees

Barren, first
The golden nest
The budding breast
Bloated with
Mystical, imaginary potential
That paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts
Fled the ebbing, unknown wound
The disfigured prison of
Resonant debauchery
Seep, seeping through cracks
Corroded with mold
Blissfully ignorant insanity
Misled prayers for sunshine
In the hopeless, godless cathedral
Of rapid time
Like a tsunami of death
A roaring river of blood
Drowning the life
Out of all that was good
Drowning the life
That was good
Drowning the life
That was good
That was good