Owners Of It All

Surging indie folk-rock, male vocals with a weathered edge, Fingerpicked acoustic in the verses over distant low percussion, swelling into a stomping, tom-heavy chorus with distorted electric guitar and gang vocals, Storm samples and reverb wash bloom in the bridge, then pull back to a raw vocal-and-guitar outro, leaving room for a cracked, defiant delivery, world

[Verse 1] Until not a single pine resists Roots ripped from the soaked red clay Tiles fly like old postcards From a summer that won’t come back The road sign twists like metal grass Your house number swims in mud I taste salt in the inland rain Like the sea got lost and found us [Chorus] Fortune and narcissus Owners of it all Count their bright and brittle coins While we count every fallen wall World keeps spinning Spinning round Though our center starts to fall Fortune and narcissus Owners of it all (hey) [Verse 2] Grandma’s china smashed in the sink You just laugh Then almost cry Candles stuck in wine-stained cups Shadow puppets on the sky Sirens write a crooked line Down the valley Up the ridge We hold hands on the shaking floor As the wind unhooks the bridge [Chorus] Fortune and narcissus Owners of it all Raise a glass above the maps While we raise a broken door World keeps spinning Spinning round Though our center starts to crawl Fortune and narcissus Owners of it all (oh) [Bridge] Is this how the story twists? Pines bow down The hilltop shifts Who signs papers for the clouds? Who sells silence to the loud? We plant a stake in soggy ground Name each neighbor Name each wound If they own the sky on file We’ll own the way we stand here now (now, now) [Chorus] Fortune and narcissus Owners of it all They can fence the fields on screens But they can’t fence off the storm World keeps spinning Spinning round Still we gather when we fall Fortune and narcissus Owners of it all [Outro] Until not a single pine resists We will count the ones that fell Stack their trunks like quiet words Building something for ourselves

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