All the years have gone
The clocks are in their sway
Everything I made
Has died or gone away
Would you cover me in roses?
Would you cradle me in pine?
If I came to you a dead man
Would you let me come inside?
Now the cherry blossoms falling
And the breathing in my head
The bullets raining through my hair
And littering my bed
If I cut off all my fingers
Would you take my bleeding hands?
Would you hold them quiet in the dark
Until I could sleep again?
Now the soil is like a thousand tongues
Swallowing me down
The raindrops and the spittle of
The softly mourning ground
And there is no sound but what I hear
Through bone and wet decay
And I listen like I'm drowning
As the light begins to fade
I hear the secret conversation
Of the whippoorwill in flight
I hear the hell bent aspiration
Of the morning sun to rise
I hear the singing of the roses
And the chorus of the sky
I hear the rattle of the teardrops
As they fall out of your eyes
I hear the clatter of the beetle
As she waits for me to tire
I hear the beating of the sparrow
As she's fighting to be higher
I hear the breathing of the earthworm
As she crawls a ragged mile
I hear the dashing of the mantis
As she swallows her desire
I hear the whisper of the willow
As she says I am a liar
I hear the whisper of the willow
As she says I am a liar
I hear the whisper of the willow
As she says I am a liar
I hear the whisper of the willow
As she says I am a liar
I hear the whisper of the willow
As she says I am a liar