Field of Ashes

Quite Unsettling 

The weight of stone, the quiet math,  
A careful hand, a fading path.  
Each arch I draw, each line I trace,  
Daylight steals, but leaves no grace.  

And if you ever test the frame,  
Run your hands along the grain,  
You’ll feel what still remains.  
If symmetry’s enough for you, that’s fine.  
Daylight,  
It drinks the ink I laid.  
Blueprints,  
Turn ghosts beneath the fade.  

Dust on my skin,  
It's quite unsettling,  
Dust in my skin.  
These hands
It's quite unsettling.  

I hear the echoes in the stone,  
Plans dissolve but still atone.  
And if you ever see the cracks,  
They whisper what the sun subtracts.  

Daylight,  
It drinks the ink I laid.  
Blueprints,  
Turn white beneath the fade.  

Dust on my skin,  
It's quite unsettling,  
Dust in my skin.  
These hands
It's quite unsettling.  

Let the walls stand, let them hold tight.  
I’ll take my dust and leave the light

Quite Unsettling

Think about the silence before we speak,
These days, I can’t go without feeling weak.
We’re cutting off the chances to make amends,
Oh, darling, sometimes it’s too late to pretend.
Let’s hold onto the pieces before it ends.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Waiting for the moment to break apart,
Comfort’s just the plaster over a broken heart.
We’re running out of reasons, but we’re standing still,
Oh, baby, sometimes it’s not enough to will.
Let’s save what’s left before we lose the thrill.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Every word we say feels so sharp and thin,
Are we still here, or have we given in?

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Nobody Knows Me Like You Do

I breathe the ghost of your perfume,
Like smoke that lingers past the bloom.
I was never meant to hold—
Take it back, let it slip through,
Take it back, let the dark take you.

You moved like silver on the tide,
A phantom ship, a choppy ride.
Your fingers traced, then disappeared—
Be still, be still, as the night pulls tight,
Be still, be still, like a whisper at night.

High upon the mountain, where the cold winds spin,
Carved your name in frost, 'til the sun seeped in.
Down below the valley, where the canyon keeps,
I was a flicker to you once—now the embers sleep.

You loved me silent, out of reach,
A fading sermon, lost to the breach.
This road was traced in brittle lines—
This is the way I knew it would break,
This is the way you left with the ache.

High upon the mountain, where the cold winds spin,
Carved your name in frost, 'til the sun seeped in.
Down below the valley, where the canyon keeps,
I was a flicker to you once—now the embers sleep.

Brittle Lines

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back... 

I don't want to be crippled and cracked
Shattered and thrown to the wolves
You said you'd be right back
But only the wind carries your voice
I'm left without a choice
And it hurts.

I wait for the answer, but nothing remains.
The answer is hollow, the question’s the same.

Give me an answer, show me a sign.
Are we paper boats, lost in the tide?
You say it’s nothing, but I feel it inside
My bones are breaking, my wolves howl alive 

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back... 

Footsteps in snowfall, a trail disappearing
I trace every word like a curse worth repeating.
Is this the moment the past lets me go?
Or am I just learning what I should have known?...
I'm left without a home...
And it hurts 

Give me an answer, show me a sign
Are we paper boats, lost in the tide?
You say it’s nothing, but I feel it inside
My bones are breaking, my wolves howl alive 

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back...

Wolves & Bones

Bridge To Nowhere

Somewhere in the dark, I hear you say my name
Like a lighthouse calling, like a hand in the rain

I leave notes on the mirror, trace my name in the dust
Tie a ribbon ‘round my finger, but time still forgets us
The days slip through like water, the years move like the tide
But I know you’ll be waiting, standing just outside.
Oh, I know you'll be waiting, standing just outside.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

I lose track of the seasons, but I remember your face
The warmth in your laughter, the way your touch stays
You sing in the kitchen, some tune from before
And I follow the sound back home to your door.
Oh, I follow the sound back home to your door.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

Time is a thief with no kindness to spare
But love is a lantern, still glowing somewhere
So when the light flickers, when I start to stray
Promise you’ll find me, and show me the way.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I Forget My Own Name

The floor's gone soft in the café where you swore you'd write your novel
Chipped tile glints like broken glass in puddles near the bottles
They serve espresso in the same gold cups but the mold is ankle-deep
And no one looks down anymore— they toast what they can keep 

Oh, Venice is still standing just barely above the tide
We speak like we're still dancing but we’ve drifted out of time
You said, "nothing sinks in a dream" but the water doesn’t lie
I keep coming back to the waterline where we said goodbye 

Your laugh still echoes off the walls of rooms we left untouched
Paintings peel, the frames stay hung— we called that holding on too much
I pass the palazzo where you brushed my hand like Da Vinci sketching ghosts
Unfinished lines in master plans that never came too close 

Venice is still breathing but she’s tired behind her eyes
Cathedrals full of silence and bells too proud to cry
You said, “what lasts is what we lose” but I’m not sure you were right
I keep coming back to the waterline to ask it why 

There’s mold on the marble but the ceiling still clings
A thousand-foot sky, above waterlogged things
You once said beauty isn’t built— it’s what survives the fall
But survival’s just another word for losing it all 

Venice is still lovely but not the way it was
We dress up ghosts in velvet then wonder why they pause
You said, “meet me in the ruins” and I swear, I still try
I keep coming back to the waterline to feel alive 

The city won’t shout, but it knows how to grieve
And I walk it in silence, ankle-deep
In the space between what we were and what’s left behind—
I wait at the waterline

At Waterline

Forgiveness Is A Type Of Violence

Oh, He waits in a boat of bone,
His hands like roots on a river like stone.
You lie beside me, your breath is a thread,
Your name already slipping from my head. 

We built our house from a borrowed flame,
Then carved our hopes into the rain.
The ferryman counts what he can keep,
While you fall deeper in your sleep. 

I have no silver for his plate,
Just a song and a broken faith.
If there's a cost to call you home,
Let him bleed me to the bone.
Oh, let him bleed me to the bone.
If there's a cost to call you home. 

I’ll pay the fare across the black,
Lay down my name, and won’t take it back.
The river pulls, the river breaks,
I buy the silence for one more day. 

He sets the oar into the flood,
Stirs up the years, stirs up the blood.
Your voice is a ripple, a thread in the dark,
Gone before I could create the spark. 

I have no silver for his gate,
Only a breath and a borrowed fate.
If there’s a toll to follow through,
I'll lay down what I never knew.
Oh, I'll lay down what I never knew. 
If there's a toll to follow through. 

I’ll pay the fare across the black,
Lay down my name and won’t take it back.
The river pulls, the river breaks,
I buy the silence for one more day. 

What if he’s deaf to the sound of prayers?
Then let the river unmake me there.
What if he’s blind to silver and gold?
Then I’ll give him the marrow, the blood and soul. 

I’ll pay the fare across the black,
Lay down my name and won’t take it back.
The river pulls, the river breaks,
I buy the silence for one more day.
For you.
For you.
For you.


The Fare

We spoke through cracks in crumbling stone
Your breath a feather grazing bone
The moon, too dim to make us whole
Watched us try to make it home.
The moon too dim to make us whole

The fig tree trembled as you ran
Me, still warm from where you’d been
I wore your name beneath my skin
Soft as a vow, loud as sin
I wore your name beneath my skin

Mulberry red beneath our feet
Where nothing speaks and no one sleeps
If I had stayed, if you turned back
Would time have bent to trace our tracks?

A lion’s jaw, a veil half-torn
Petals gripped like they could warn
Your blood was fast beneath my knees
Love like this is not released
Your blood was fast beneath my knees

The earth won’t say who loved the most
Or which of us was marked or lost
I found your shape in letting go
And kissed the blade to make it slow
I found your shape in letting go

Mulberry red beneath our feet
Where nothing speaks and no one sleeps
If I had stayed, if you'd delayed
Would stars have dared to look away?

Two mouths on opposite sides of the wall
Still moving long after the fall
They said we were too young to see
But what did they build honestly?

Mulberry red, you bloom each year
Where shadows grow in place of fear
We weren’t wrong, just not in line
You wore the sky, I broke my spine

“Still,” you said, “I’ll find you still…”

Mulberry Red

MyKingFalls Collective Is a music Collective Project, Different Styles and Vibes.

Band Lineup:
The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
Winter Kites - Electro-Indie, Synth, Down Tempo
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country

