From the recording Isolated tracks II
A Veil to My Face - song description (Isolated Tracks II)
“A Veil to My Face” sits in that in-between space where meaning never fully settles. Built on a raw, tribal pulse and a restrained, repetitive groove, the track moves forward with physical intent while holding something unresolved just out of reach.
The lyrics circle around absence that refuses to disappear - not a memory, not a presence, but something that lingers and reshapes perception. It’s not about loss in a dramatic sense, but about distortion: how something unfinished can stay with you, quietly altering the way you see and move.
Dark, atonal textures remain under the surface, never taking over, while the rhythm carries everything forward - steady, grounded, and almost ritualistic. There’s no clear resolution, only motion and repetition.
As part of Isolated Tracks II, this piece stands alone as a fragment that couldn’t be placed elsewhere - a moment caught between clarity and confusion, where the feeling remains even when the meaning fades.
Lyrics
I wore your silence on my skin,
Like something I had carried in,
No clear shape, no name to give,
Still too present not to feel.
Every step I take in time
Falls just short of what was mine,
Like a mark I can’t erase,
Like a veil across my face.
You stood close but stayed apart,
Spoke in ways that missed the mark,
Every pause you left behind
Still repeats inside my mind.
I held on to what we missed,
Not the touch, but what persists,
Every turn I try to take
Brings me back to that same break.
A veil to my face - I move, I wait,
Always early, always late,
You don’t leave, you just displace,
Shift the air I try to face.
A veil to my face - I push, it stays,
Through the nights and through the days,
No clear line I can retrace,
Just this veil to my face.
I hear you in the way things fall,
In the silence after all,
Not a voice, not even sound,
Still enough to pull me down.
There’s a rhythm I can’t shake,
In every move I try to make,
Like a pulse I can’t replace
Beating under what I face.
We were never something clear,
More a trace than something real,
And the more I try to see
The less it gives itself to me.
Still I move the way I did,
Through the things we never lived,
Every step, the same old pace,
With that veil across my face.
A veil to my face - I move, I wait,
Always early, always late,
You don’t leave, you just displace,
Shift the air I try to face.
A veil to my face - I push, it stays,
Through the nights and through the days,
No clear line I can retrace,
Just this veil to my face.
Same step, same place,
Same weight I can’t replace,
No release, no escape,
Just this veil to my face.