Wind Down - Bedhead

Wind the wind

Begin to ascend

And reach for anything

As the air has no end

But soon, you’ll wind

Down through the air

With only the cold, hard ground

Meeting you there

Feel the soil

Running through your nose

It’s a wound down music box

That doesn’t know how it goes

It’s a simple memory

That falls apart as it grows

It’s a simple memory

That falls apart as it grows

Now that picture is cracked

And the color is gone

And the last thing I remember

I can no longer see

There’s a tree that grows into

A tree that collapses

But from there, it goes off

Into the scenery