The guitar comes in already moving, very close and dry; the pulse is quick, but the touch stays light.

The picking keeps circling one small pattern, and nothing widens into a band arrangement around it.

The first words sound almost read aloud: “I saw it written.”

When “Pink moon” arrives, the bright guitar attack keeps the image pretty and severe at the same time.

He keeps “gonna get ye all” nearly flat; the guitar doesn't swell up to underline the warning.

The repeated “pink” turns into a tapped sound, more insistence than softness.

After the title falls away, it's still just the picking carrying the room, with those small leans and catches.

The opening line returns without a bigger arrangement around it; that steadiness is what makes the repeat feel so fixed.

On the return, “none of you stand so tall” is still sung narrow and close, not declaimed.

The last sung title doesn't resolve much; the guitar simply keeps its path.

Around here the grip loosens a little—the pattern is still there, but the edges feel less fixed.

And then it just cuts off, after gathering only a little extra weight.