Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
If the moment called you
If the life [ ]
Would the shadow matter
Or [eclipse] your fright
If anyone tried to [cause the same] way back
Through moonlit hollows on a blood-spur night
And when no [ ] told you
All the [side] [ ]
Did the wind [ ] you
To the furthest part
Pressed out on the light
They never show up right
Regardless of the placement or the time