Twisted Patch

[Verse 1]
What’s in that twisted patch
Of vine and grass
All knotted up
Like someone dropped a secret there
And never came back to pick it up
Feels like something happened here
Like laughter snapped and turned to glass
I taste a name I almost know
It slips my tongue
It will not pass
[Chorus]
Oh
It feels wrong
Like the ground remembers
Every shattered little promise
Every almost
Every ember
Oh
It feels wrong
And my pulse is running fast
I swear I’m being watched
From that twisted patch of vine and grass
[Verse 2]
The briars lean in close to me
They curl like fingers at my coat
There’s perfume in the evening air
Faint as a half-forgotten note
Can’t quite put my finger on it
Was it mercy
Was it crime?
Why does every root and thorn
Beat in time with yours and mine? (hey)
[Chorus]
Oh
It feels wrong
Like the ground remembers
Every shattered little promise
Every almost
Every ember
Oh
It feels wrong
And my pulse is running fast
I swear I’m being watched
From that twisted patch of vine and grass
[Bridge]
Are you in there
Love
Caught in ivy
Caught in dread?
If I step across this border
Do I keep you
Lose my head?
[Chorus]
Oh
It feels wrong
Like the ground remembers
Every shattered little promise
Every almost
Every ember
Oh
It feels wrong
But I’m yours
So here I stand
If you’re the eyes that watch me
Take my heart up through the roots and sand
Oh
It feels wrong
But you’re all I ever ask
So I’ll meet you where you’re hiding
In that twisted patch of vine and grass

rock, Jaunty romantic gothic rock; mid-tempo swing groove with crunchy rhythm guitars and bright, chiming leads; male vocals, theatrical and sly. Organ pads and floor-tom-driven drums in the verses, big gang shouts and stacked harmonies in the choruses. Bassline walks playfully under dark, waltzy chord turns; bridge pulls back to just voice, tremolo guitar, and a stalking kick before the final explosive hook., gothic rock, romantic