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Keep the crows away from the table
Tie back their wings if you are able for you must protect your kin
The heart will break away from the strain of it
From the plow to the fallow ground, the earth submits
Concern your mind with the fruits of your labor, savor the juice, taste all the flavor before the frost weathers your skin
Youâll learn what you burn will never
grow back again, the flame in your hand will land in your soul so donât let that darkness in
Winter has come to take what weâve done. Itâs not too late. Itâs never too late
We can find ourselves another way
(We wonât be waiting around the path leads south so follow me down
Itâs not too late to dive off the wharf and watch the searchlights fade forever)
The seeds in the
soil swear theyâll be back again and rise from the soil just like old
Lazarus with the blessing of a helping hand
We toil âtil weâre old but will we come back again?
We break all these bones just so theyâll set again.
Arrange us as they please
Oil itâll burn to keep the poison pen at bay, preserving the words so theyâll never be changed but can they keep us away?
- Album:
- Territories