Above, Below - A Dance in the Leaves (Official Music Video)

Above, Below Presents: 'A Dance in the Leaves' From the sophomore album ‘I Guess It Was Nowhere’ - OUT NOW Available on all major streaming services. Celebrate with the limited, second vinyl pressing of 'I Guess It Was Nowhere', along with existing merch items, available via our official merch store - https://abvblw.bigcartel.com ___________________ http://abvblw.com https://spoti.fi/2AlvxpD https://apple.co/2RbmltF http://abvblw.bandcamp.com   / abovebelowsyd     / abvblw     / abvblw_   ___________________ Music Written & Performed by Above, Below Produced, Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by Jacob Wilkes Directed and Photographed by Zac Adamson Produced by Isaac Ross Gaffing and On-Set Assistant Direction by Sam Harper Filmed at Kalimna Estate on Wonnarua Lands   / kalimna.estate   // Lyrics // Faith is a splinter. I think I’ve come to realise. Grooving beneath skin, desperately attempting to immortalise. And I find as we sink into this earth, robed in terracotta sun – that it was only searching for a way out. (perhaps that was the point) (I am of sacred rust, I carve into the stone beneath me. Yet it is no different from any other rust. Robed in solipsism, I wonder if the isolation was worth it? If any of it was worth it…) I followed your ghost. Sought the value of moments. Let your unrequited light wash it all. Where was that promise? That promise of it all? I guess it was nowhere. Those vague, grey prayers and empty parables. This promise of light. This apple I bite. That tastes of age. and tastes of spite and burning dreams inside, a wasted sage. I followed your ghost. Sought the value of moments. Let your unrequited light wash it all. Where was that promise of it all? I guess it was nowhere. Where was that which I sought? I guess it was nowhere. … but there is the most radiant dance in the leaves falling from that autumn tree – returning to the dirt. (...and so I grin, as these rugous eyes shut slow and I feel my final breath and thought in jest... Where is that which I sought? I guess it was nowhere. … but there is the most radiant dance in the leaves falling from that autumn tree before me – returning to the dirt.)