BBG Video (MV)

In the in-between
In the center of the lawn alone
Finding a routine
I'm wearing in a rut
It's blooming more quickly
My looming conviction, coming to pass
My ticket is voided
My patience rewarded here
Encircled in red and white
It's not quite natural
I'm walkin' in tracks left in the snow
Trace through dormant garden promenades
Force the door to some odd palisade
Vacant, out of season, laid to waste before me
Frozen in the night
Thawing in the early morning
Unidentified
I'm searching for a corpse
It's floating before you
A warning got picked up by the breeze
This doting performance has finally found the means
Compartment beneath the icy stone
The source deep below
I'm stepping on trails I used to know
Pace past columns lining flowerbeds
Old familiar checkpoint's up ahead
Lured by something finally laid to rest before me