|
A strange |
|
July, storm came down |
|
From the north and pulled out the salt |
|
And it tore out the leaves |
|
From the pear tree and my canopy |
|
In the twigs and the bugs of sow |
|
I knew somehow |
|
I was free |
|
I held a stone above my bones |
|
I was shaking |
|
In the blue stained glass church |
|
You gathered up my heart |
|
Soldered together all the tiny shattered parts |
|
I said, 'all |
|
I can see in front of me is the armpit of a crow' |
|
You closed the ring and opened the door |
|
And ran into the summer yard ' |
|
Cause the sun's been known to shine |
|
On our wandering kind |
|
Yeah, the sun's been known to shine |
|
On our wandering kind (to shine) |
|
Clogging on her wooden board |
|
The tattooed girl took up her swords |
|
And plunged them down deep into the earth |
|
A twinkling tie filled up her eyes |
|
And poured out to the lawn |
|
A made a raft of the scraps from her skirt |
|
And sailed 'til dawn ' |
|
Cause the sun's been known to shine |
|
On our wandering kind (to shine) |
|
Yeah, the sun's been known to shine |
|
On our wandering kind (to shine) |
|
Our wandering kind |