I found a jar of wooden rings by the river beneath the sand. I built a cave under the sun that rivaled my intentions. The broken compass in my pocket was ticking like a clock. I saw you rest to catch your breath; I saw you stop. You taste like the last day of summer and the ghosts that live in me. The devil cries at the moon above and the clouds that are covering. You taste like the last day of summer and the forest whispering, "I am not afraid to bleed." There's a swell rolling in. It's howling from the bridge where the water meets the shore and the lights start to dim. Like a hunger never filled, but recollected. You taste like the last day of summer and the ghosts that live in me. The devil cries at the moon above and the clouds that are covering. You taste like the last day of summer and the forest whispering, "I am not afraid to bleed."


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Wooden Rings song meanings
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