The battered leaves are falling free
surrendered by the broken tree
they fly in tatters over me
when the moon comes, all will flee
when the moon comes, all will flee
The night-bird cries inside my head
longing for its starry bed
and grieving for the life it's led
and the moon comes, bloody red
and the moon comes, bloody red
And the moon comes on a black sea
And no one can save me now
The clouds retreat and come apart
but leave a shadow on my heart
a gray tableau of bitter art
when the moon comes, the end will start
when the moon comes, the end will start
And the moon comes on a black sea
And no one can save me now
The heavens glide across the span
set adrift without a plan
blinded to the plight of man
but the moon sees all in its scan
but the moon sees all in its scan
And the moon comes on a black sea
And no one can save me now
More folk-inflected confessionals on love, loss, and anxiety — plus a Kacey Musgraves cameo —from the Nashville indie pop auteur. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2024