It's fire season again and the ash in the air has my eyes stinging and I can hear the winter slowly awakening the mountains are my only goal so I can shed my skin, and be made whole and the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation Well, your absence sets in with the early frost and the things that I've loved are the things I have lost the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats This year I am becoming my own home This year I am becoming my home The birds are already leaving I guess you got swept in their migration and now every nest I come across looks abandoned Pacing every inch of this room looking for one spot without memories of you but the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking Your absence sets in with the burning trees and the things that I love are the things that I bleed the wine from the water, the flesh from the bone This year I am becoming my own home This year I am becoming my home Well I found my way out of this chain-link language to let my words going without eyeing the finish The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down but we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground With the heat on high, and the windows open this winding road is the path we've chosen and the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time but the only eyes that see them are mine This year I am becoming my own home This year I am becoming my own
"Pacing every inch of this room looking for one spot without memories of you but the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking" That hits hard, man.
@@DavidWimbishandTheCollection Ahh, you replied! 🙈 Yes, in a way that puts into words exactly what I'm experiencing. Love this song, it's one I feel in my chest every time I listen to it.
Came to this page after having dinner with a couple who said their son was in the hospital after a mountain bike crash. Wishing the whole family the best and keeping you all in our prayers. I will return to this page for the music.
I came here after watching Elsa and Barron vlogs I watch his vlogs 3 years ago and I still love this song it’s been 3 years with your song so many memories are with me with this song love you brother from India 🇮🇳 if possible please make acoustic version of this song thank you for this song and thanks for 3 longs years with me ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Juliana Mendes It's fire season again and the ash in the air has my eyes stinging and I can hear the winter slowly awakening the mountains are my only goal so I can shed my skin, and be made whole and the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation Well, your absence sets in with the early frost and the things that I've loved are the things I have lost the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats This year I am becoming my own home This year I am becoming my home The birds are already leaving I guess you got swept in their migration and now every nest I come across looks abandoned Pacing every inch of this room looking for one spot without memories of you but the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking Your absence sets in with the burning trees and the things that I love are the things that I bleed the wine from the water, the flesh from the bone This year I am becoming my own home This year I am becoming my home Well I found my way out of this chain-link language to let my words going without eyeing the finish The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down but we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground With the heat on high, and the windows open this winding road is the path we've chosen and the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time but the only eyes that see them are mine This year I am becoming my own home This year I am becoming my own
It's fire season again
and the ash in the air has my eyes stinging
and I can hear the winter slowly awakening
the mountains are my only goal
so I can shed my skin, and be made whole
and the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation
Well, your absence sets in with the early frost
and the things that I've loved are the things I have lost
the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats
This year I am becoming my own home
This year I am becoming my home
The birds are already leaving
I guess you got swept in their migration
and now every nest I come across looks abandoned
Pacing every inch of this room
looking for one spot without memories of you
but the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking
Your absence sets in with the burning trees
and the things that I love are the things that I bleed
the wine from the water, the flesh from the bone
This year I am becoming my own home
This year I am becoming my home
Well I found my way out of this chain-link language
to let my words going without eyeing the finish
The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down
but we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground
With the heat on high, and the windows open
this winding road is the path we've chosen
and the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time
but the only eyes that see them are mine
This year I am becoming my own home
This year I am becoming my own
thanks
"Pacing every inch of this room looking for one spot without memories of you but the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking"
That hits hard, man.
in a good way?
@@DavidWimbishandTheCollection Ahh, you replied! 🙈 Yes, in a way that puts into words exactly what I'm experiencing. Love this song, it's one I feel in my chest every time I listen to it.
Came to this page after having dinner with a couple who said their son was in the hospital after a mountain bike crash. Wishing the whole family the best and keeping you all in our prayers. I will return to this page for the music.
Sometimes letting go isn't a choice. Thank you. This song resonates with the pieces of me who feel abandoned but need to get better.
This song was featured on KXCI 91.3 in Tucson
Heard this for the first time, tonight and it totally resonates with me. Great music 🎶🎵👌
I came here after watching Elsa and Barron vlogs I watch his vlogs 3 years ago and I still love this song it’s been 3 years with your song so many memories are with me with this song love you brother from India 🇮🇳 if possible please make acoustic version of this song thank you for this song and thanks for 3 longs years with me ❤️❤️❤️❤️
and ' The collection ' feels like home! 😇 💙
I LOVE THIS! from Poland❤️🇵🇱
Love from south africa 🌍
Thanks for answering me on the scamp video with elsa it was driving me crazy brotha loving your work
Love it! This song really touched me
i love all your songs
Omggg I love this song
Thank you so much!
This song is so so beautiful! Hoping to go see y’all when you come to Greensboro!
north carolina gang
This song is what my whole day has been about. Thank you so much for being the best band
I subscribed because of sing of the moon, but damn another good one 😍
Thank you!!
The violin sounds familiar :D Didn’t find anything, but I feel like I heard such melody at a Shawn Mendes song
Been waiting all day for this!!!
Us too!
FINALLYYYYY
This is so good!! I can’t wait for Entropy❤️❤️
Back at it again! You guys are on a roll!
Thank you!
this is so gooodd!!!!!!
Is there an acoustic version, like in the Scamp video? If not, please please please make one ^^
great song. way to work those strings!
♥️
NEWWW SINNNGLLLEE
🖤💜💙💚
Can someone write the lyrics?
I'm not fluent in english
Juliana Mendes It's fire season again
and the ash in the air has my eyes stinging
and I can hear the winter slowly awakening
the mountains are my only goal
so I can shed my skin, and be made whole
and the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation
Well, your absence sets in with the early frost
and the things that I've loved are the things I have lost
the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats
This year I am becoming my own home
This year I am becoming my home
The birds are already leaving
I guess you got swept in their migration
and now every nest I come across looks abandoned
Pacing every inch of this room
looking for one spot without memories of you
but the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking
Your absence sets in with the burning trees
and the things that I love are the things that I bleed
the wine from the water, the flesh from the bone
This year I am becoming my own home
This year I am becoming my home
Well I found my way out of this chain-link language
to let my words going without eyeing the finish
The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down
but we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground
With the heat on high, and the windows open
this winding road is the path we've chosen
and the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time
but the only eyes that see them are mine
This year I am becoming my own home
This year I am becoming my own