(In shadowed groves where silence weeps I buried time in earthen keeps The wind, a tongue of ancient breath Still speaks the name I gave to death) I left a version of me in the dirt Tried to forget what the silence hurt Cut my name out of every scene Where I broke down, where I came clean But the wood remembers every scream Etched in bark like some bad dream I burned the mask, I swore I changed But the wind still whispers the same damn name And I Still feel it in the rust Still taste the shame in dust And the wind still speaks in psithurism Whispers toast all of the ghosts I’ve hidden And the leaves all fall like confessions bleeding The silenced sins of the past repeating In psithurism In psithurism I talk like I’ve forgiven it But I still flinch when branches split I wear a smile like borrowed skin Still don’t know where I end or begin There’s a shadow in every breath I fake Shaped like the chances I didn’t take I outran mirrors, changed my face But the air still knows the mess I’ve made And I Still bleed in every sound Still chase myself around (And I) And the wind still speaks in psithurism Whispers toast all of the ghosts I’ve hidden And the leaves all fall like confessions bleeding The silenced sins of the past repeating In psithurism You're me The version I can’t kill You breathe in the wind You bend but won’t break I tried to bury you But you’re rooted still You’re the storm I can’t outrun And the calm that makes me feel And the wind still speaks in psithurism Whispers toast all of the ghosts I’ve hidden And the leaves all fall like confessions bleeding The silenced sins of the past repeating In psithurism In psithurism In psithurism