Wax Nostalgic by Eliza Rickman Lyrics

This is that, Lord knows how did it go?
These days for you all things I never knew
Day in day out pure as the driven snow
These days to you all things I never do
Oh, bitter cold and stealer of my soul

Over, under - steady as it goes
These days, what make all games I never play
Ever never easy as it should
These days, what may all words I never say
Foxes, foxes circling your mouth

Hear me hear you - lovely, might you say
Today a name, a minuet away
High time, high tide - you brought me to my low
Today a place we dare to never go
Hunted hunter - cover me in dirt