buried in teeth
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
can't tell if i've got black roots or braids
growing out of my head
grandfathers eating our grains
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
can't tell if i've got rivers or veins
running under my skin
flowing out over the plains
there's trapped antennas all tangled up with these brains
and the spin of cocoons
whispers your name
the crash of molars
it sifts us downward
down past the roll of ancient thunder
down past the delicate bones of birdwings
those that have never took the flight of morning
down past the fossiled ferns and antlers
a pack of qhost wolves gonna bring you wonder
and down past the stomachs a-filled with berries
swallowed down into the gut of centuries
where we'll petrify
strong willed feeble amber eyes
there we'll petrify
strong lunged weary amber eyes
strong winged teary amber eyed
amber eyed
buried in arms
buried in arms
buried in arms
can't tell if it's your elbows or twine
all wrapped round my waist
with tangled threads so divine
and buried in arms
buried in arms
buried in arms
can't tell whose triggers are whose
so we'll pull everyone
firing diamonds at boots
well the crash of molars
it sifts us downward
down past the roll of ancient thunder
down past the delicate bones of birdwings
those that have never took the flight of morning
down past the fossiled ferns and antlers
a pack of qhost wolves gonna bring you wonder
and down past the stomachs a-filled with berries
swallowed down into the gut of centuries
where we'll petrify
strong willed feeble amber eyed
there we'll petrify
strong deed weary amber eyes
strong lunged weary amber eyed
amber eyed
strong winged teary amber eyed
amber eyed
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
can't tell if those are blackholes i spy
staring down at us
sucking starlight from our eyes
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
buried in teeth
can't tell if we're being eaten alive.