The room calls to me, says we're all strung out
And the beat we both stomp on the floor
While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly
These are the hymns that today, we've ignored
And all across the desert
And all up in the mountains
A wind so loud that we might never mention
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Well, here's to my lovers hands and feet
They are the roots that will weave through the floor
And down in the dirt, in her wandering
Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words
And asks us for our patience
He asks us for our patience
And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately
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Well, down by the bur oak tree (tree)
I had lost your locket in the loam
And there, fell to my knees
'Neath the coil and the brush of the fern
Down by the bur oak tree (tree)
I had lost your locket in the loam
And there, fell to my knees
'Neath the coil and the brush of the fern
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The candle's light dances across the table
And will burn at the tip of my pen
And lure all the moths into the kitchen
To spin tales and bend truths through the evening
And scribe for them their stories
We scribe for them their stories
While they wax and wax of their lives in the country
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Well, down by the bur oak tree (tree)
I had lost your locket in the loam
And there, fell to my knees
'Neath the coil and the brush of the fern
Well, down by the bur oak tree (tree)
I had lost your locket in the loam
And there, fell to my knees
'Neath the coil and the brush of the fern