Buried Hoards LyricsThe crows are thrown from the hill like a handful of seeds
Sowing the sky with their cries ringing in my ears
Early winter, before you and after your
I carry their calls and fragments of carcass
Glowing flood pools puncture the black earth below
A slow woman, a slower girl
Peering down into that green world through my glass-white face
No roof, just walls and sketch of a window
Buried hoards, crumpled by time, all collected
In my portable shrine: sheep's teeth, belly up boats
Dusk rabbits, too quick to see clearly
White pylon hairs pulled taut across dark fields
I'm drawn between grid points, like lookin into a flower
I lick the salt and grit left on my lips
Peering down into that green world through my glass-white face
No roof, just walls and sketch of a window
Buried hoards, crumpled by time, all collected
In my portable shrine: sheep's teeth, belly up boats
Dusk rabbits, too quick to see clearly
If i find myself another green world, how would it feel
To look in your eyes and buy back time?
I was happy then, but I didn't know
Crumpled by time, I: just stopped looking and I'll never start again
So I'll be chasing those dusk rabbits
Until the day I die
