The Moor Knows Your Name

[Verse 1]
Fog over Devon
Lanterns like tired eyes
Boots on the heather
Someone out there cries
Old paper rumors
Clipped from every page
Family curse
Kept in a leather cage
[Chorus]
On the edge of the moor
I hear it breathe
A low
Long howl in the choking reeds
You chase ghosts
I just see the hills
But you say the truth walks
With the hound of the Baskervilles
(yeah)
You say the truth stalks
With the hound of the Baskervilles
[Verse 2]
You trace the bootprints
Measure every stride
Ash on your fingers
You say
"Smoke never lies"
Portraits on the staircase
Eyes that seem to stare
Blood in the branches
Glint on a needle there
[Chorus]
On the edge of the moor
I hear it breathe
A low
Long howl in the choking reeds
You chase ghosts
I just see the hills
But you say the truth walks
With the hound of the Baskervilles
(oh oh)
You say the truth stalks
With the hound of the Baskervilles
[Bridge]
[Drop to whisper
Distant strings swell]
Fire on its back
Teeth like broken glass
Is it beast
Is it mask
Is it future
Is it past
You stand so still
Coat caught by the wind
You say "Watch the footprints
Not the shadows that they’re in"
[Chorus]
On the edge of the moor
I hear it breathe
That long
Low howl underneath my skin
You chase ghosts
I just see the hills
But you say the truth walks
With the hound of the Baskervilles
(ooh)
Yeah
You say the truth walks
With the hound of the Baskervilles

Dark chamber-pop with male vocals; fingerpicked acoustic guitar and low piano pulses under the verses, sparse percussion building tension. Chorus blooms with wide, reverbed drums, eerie string swells, and distant choral pads. Bridge strips back to a single tremolo guitar and heartbeat kick before a final, cinematic chorus that pushes the vocal almost to a shout, then cuts to a whispered last line.