[Intro] [Half-Chorus] No drums are beating for the ground we cleared, We found the terror that we always feared. [Instrumental Intro: 8 Bars] [Jangly 12-string acoustic strumming, glockenspiel twinkle, soft vinyl crackle] [Verse 1] [Ultra-minimal arrangement, tight bass pulse, handclaps] Down from the ridge with a chill in my bones, The frost on the heather, the wind in the stones. Smoke on the horizon, the thatch in a blaze, We ran from the terror of shortening days. [Chorus] [Punchy brass fanfares enter, ultra-bright stacked androgynous harmonies] No drums are beating for the ground we cleared, We found the terror that we always feared. The fire's out and the rain is cold, And this is all that the hills will hold. [Instrumental Break: 4 Bars] [Jangly 12-string acoustic hook, playful bass bounce] [Verse 2] [Jangly 12-string acoustic leads, playful bounce] We hunted them down through the gully and fern, With nowhere to hide and nowhere to return. Then heaven broke open in thunder and hail, And drowned out the blood on the old border trail. [Chorus] No drums are beating for the ground we cleared, We found the terror that we always feared. The fire's out and the rain is cold, And this is all that the hills will hold. [Instrumental Break: 4 Bars] [Jangly 12-string acoustic hook, playful bass bounce] [Bridge] [Baroque pop flourishes, harpsichord and glockenspiel textures] There is no going back to the years we have known, To the peace that we built in the shadow of stone. Let the strength of the quiet flow back through my hands, When we turn from the gale that broke over these lands. [Instrumental Break: 8 Bars] [Playful dance-break momentum, punchy brass fanfare leads, tight bass groove, handclaps] [Verse 3] [Stripped-back groove, driving bass] We carried our dead through the drench of the dawn, Not a cheer in the ranks for the ground we had won. The price was too heavy, the sorrow too deep, While the rain beats a drum where the fallen now sleep. [Half-Volume Drop] [Acoustic guitar only, distant soft room reverb] No drums are beating for the ground we cleared, We found the terror that we always feared... [Chorus] [Gritty lo-fi release, full explosive band return] No drums are beating for the ground we cleared, We found the terror that we always feared. The fire's out and the rain is cold, And this is all that the hills will hold. [Instrumental Break: 4 Bars] [Jangly 12-string acoustic breathing room, soft glockenspiel note] [Half-Chorus] No drums are beating for the ground we cleared, We found the terror that we always feared. [Outro] [Jangly 12-string fade out, glockenspiel run, vinyl crackle fade]
