Broke a t break and listening to this now. I still can’t get over the guitar tones. In the Den is giantic.
Finding myself past the half-life of me Lost in the weeds tugging at sleeves A dreadful despair of a color that pales to describe So taking the form of a winged butterfly And lifting myself through a sliver of white A lazy path to the fence row and the flowers within
This and everything that follows are in the running for my favorite lyrics ever written. I get choked up every time I hear it.