There are things that I've seen in my head While I'm sleeping in bed Do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back O I'm taken back To the dry grass and the shadows
Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth Lined up in perfect rows A maze of childrens' feet in orchard trees Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth And when you laugh all the star thistles stumble out The flat lands stretch inside your mouth And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out
Strong spines of valley hills All overgrown in gold Look softer than a spool of old silk thread But if we walked down with our feet I'd be pullin' spines and barbs and fox-tails from your skin O if we walked down with our feet I'd be pullin' spines and barbs and fox-tails from your skin
There are things that I've seen in my head While I'm sleeping in bed Do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back O I'm taken back To the dry grass and the shadows
