Broken chairs, your body conforms to
Out beyond the quiet garden
You can bring the man form into trust
Through the holes in my everydayness lends sustenance
Well, where starvation's necessary
'Cause my brain's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun
Well, where starvation's necessary
'Cause my head's a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun
Well alright, you can make it stay
Well alright, well alright
Well alright, you can make it stay
Well alright, alright, alright
Well alright, alright, alright