There are things that I've seen in my head
While I'm sleeping in bed
That do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back, oh 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 children's feet and orchard trees
Where the floodlands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out
The floodlands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out
Straw 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
Oh 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
That do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back
To the dry grass and the shadows