## Metadata
**Caption:** psychedelic folk rock, mystical lyrics, hypnotic groove, sitar-tinged, 95 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 70
**Duration:** 170.0s
**Key:** E minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Something's shifting underneath the trees
Shadows whisper strange things on the breeze
Every face you thought you knew so well
Turns to look at you and starts to tell

[chorus]
There's a strange hour turning, can't you feel it come
Something in the air keeps beating like a drum
Watch the smoke curl upward, watch the candles burn
It's a season of the changing, and there's no return

[verse]
Mirrors show you shapes you didn't seek
Every silence starts to learn to speak
Time moves sideways when the moon is full
Nothing here is quite predictable

[chorus]
There's a strange hour turning, can't you feel it come
Something in the air keeps beating like a drum
Watch the smoke curl upward, watch the candles burn
It's a season of the changing, and there's no return

[bridge]
Sitar hums a warning low and slow
Something ancient stirring down below
Don't look back, just keep on moving through
This strange hour's got its eyes on you

[chorus]
There's a strange hour turning, can't you feel it come
Something in the air keeps beating like a drum
Watch the smoke curl upward, watch the candles burn
It's a season of the changing, and there's no return