[Intro] (Fingerpicked acoustic, single guitar) [Verse 1] [Quiet, low chest voice, close mic, single-tracked] Neither cheerful nor solemn nor grieving, as if fallen from skies dark and far, you're the song of betrothal I'm weaving, and my mad, and my reckless, my star. [Pre-Chorus] [Kick enters, voice tightens] Turn the night of your face to me now, let me into those eyes, dark and slow, to the black of your Eastern-dark brows, to your arms — let me in, let me home. [Chorus 1] [Band enters, held at 70%, no rasp yet, double-tracked] Kissed to silence, bewitched and enchanted, wed to the wind of the fields long ago, wrapped in chains that were never once planted — oh my priceless, my woman, my own [Verse 2] [Driving, percussive, rasp creeping in] I will lay my head down on your knees, and I'll clutch them with a furious might, and with tears, and with verses like these, I will burn you, my kind one, my light. [Pre-Chorus 2] [Snare build, breathless] Turn the night of your face to me now, let me into those eyes, dark and slow, to the black of your Eastern-dark brows, to your arms — let me in, let me home. [Chorus 2] [Full band, raspy belting, double-tracked] Kissed to silence, bewitched and enchanted, wed to the wind of the fields long ago, wrapped in chains that were never once planted — oh my priceless, my woman, my own [Post-Chorus] [HALF-TIME, heavy downbeats, double-tracked wide] Whoa-oh — are those chains even real? Whoa-oh — my priceless, my own. [Bridge] [EVERYTHING DROPS — voice and one guitar, cracked, single-tracked] What won't happen will fade and be gone, what's forgotten will never come true — then why are you crying, my beautiful one? Or is it a dream I've been dreaming of you... [Final Chorus] [OCTAVE UP, full-throated rasp, drums crashing, double-tracked wide] Kissed to silence, bewitched and enchanted, wed to the wind of the fields long ago, wrapped in chains that were never once planted — oh my priceless, my woman, my own [Post-Chorus] [HALF-TIME, maximum width] Whoa-oh — are those chains even real? Whoa-oh — my priceless, my own! Whoa-oh — are those chains even real? Whoa-oh — my priceless, my own! [Outro] [Everything falls away, single guitar, whisper, single-tracked] My priceless... my woman... my own.
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