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lyrics

All objects are empty
Light shines through, and under
A black veil stretches around the dry earth
Every inch is run through and ridden
No material spreads

The pieces are loose, they will --
Own the pieces
Branch out

Yes, or not built
But instead, stretched for days and days,
No separation
The roots, they spread out

But the blood that runs down the drain is easily forgotten
But wretched, close, in defiance
Birds know it

Pulling shut down the blinds
'til I forgot what lies outside
I fell asleep with my shoes on
I'm tired - smell some ammo - my eyes are closed
While bridge of my bridges burned
I'm here, in the flat desert without --

I can sing to an empty room
And I know my angle in me
There is a bell ringing underground
There is a bell ringing underground

There was a thing they can swallow
They can see the back street
Where the sad status fell

Perfect dress on broken glass
I was almost thirsty enough to drink the rain

It's pouring rain but I am not wet
I have heard the thunder, haven't seen the lightning yet
Oh, but I've gone and said too much

Or so I did assume
Autumn breeze between the trees
Fallen leaves are red
Lonesome tones of hollow bones resting on the riverbed

It's pouring rain but I am not wet
I have heard the thunder, haven't seen the lightning yet
Oh, but I've gone and said too much

Longing and lament
Waves and water dragged away the envelope you sent
I will not let you go alone, come and take my hand

It's pouring rain but I am not wet
I have heard the thunder, haven't seen the lightning yet
Oh, but I've gone and said too much
Gone and said too much
Gone and said too much

A scratch
A scratch at my door
Who am I to judge?
Because all I remember
Is the way you looked on our anniversary

Down by it all
Let me lay underneath
Let me lay underneath

Found myself
Rolling deep
Beneath that Oregon pine
Beneath that Oregon pine

So I'll take you down
To where the whippoorwills lay
We'll go fishing
We'll go fishing
We'll go underneath it all

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from Calling Whitetails to a Tuned Bow, released June 28, 2019

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