[00:00.31]The room calls to me, says were all strung out
[00:06.65]And the beat we both stomp on the floor,
[00:11.13]
[00:13.30]While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly.
[00:18.63]
[00:19.37]These are the hymns that today we've ignored.
[00:24.66]
[00:25.95]And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains:
[00:36.95]
[00:39.79]A wind so loud that we might never mention.
[00:48.46]
[01:00.39]And heres to my lovers hands and feet.
[01:06.23]
[01:06.91]They are the roots that will weave through the floor.
[01:12.00]
[01:14.02]And down in the dirt, in her wandering,
[01:19.68]
[01:20.35]Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words.
[01:25.30]
[01:27.20]He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience,
[01:39.54]
[01:41.02]And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately.
[01:52.83]
[02:02.35]Down by the bur oak tree,
[02:08.03]I had lost your locket in the loam,
[02:12.09]
[02:14.25]And there fell to my knees,
[02:18.24]
[02:19.19]neath the coil and the brush of the fern.
[02:24.76]
[02:26.61]Down by the bur oak tree,
[02:31.27]
[02:31.79]I had lost your locket in the loam,
[02:36.02]
[02:38.24]And there fell to my knees,
[02:42.20]
[02:43.12]neath the coil and the brush of the fern.
[02:48.66]
[02:57.57]The candles light dances across the table,
[03:03.30]
[03:04.45]And will burn at the tip of my pen.
[03:10.89]
[03:11.71]And lures all the moths into the kitchen
[03:18.80]To spin tales and bend truths through the evening.
[03:23.78]
[03:26.28]And scribe for them their stories;
[03:31.16]
[03:33.54]we scribe for them their stories,
[03:38.68]
[03:40.27]While they wax and wax of their lives in the country.
[03:49.93]
[04:02.67]Down by the bur oak tree,
[04:07.30]
[04:08.02]I had lost your locket in the loam,
[04:12.57]
[04:14.80]And there fell to my knees,
[04:18.79]
[04:19.63]neath the coil and the brush of the fern
[04:25.49]
[04:27.18]Down by the bur oak tree,
[04:31.45]
[04:32.50]I had lost your locket in the loam,
[04:37.32]
[04:39.26]And there fell to my knees,
[04:43.28]
[04:44.17]neath the coil and the brush of the fern.
[04:49.94]