A hunter runner walking picking up the stick
I had a dream I had a dream
Rub the peers away they don't invade me
I just turned 35
A round bottomed beaker
I could glow I could glow and swell
I could well grow turn black turn back
Ride and forget
My ghost of seasons past asked this bedroom what to say
It said stay I have to sleep tangled in my family's hair
Build a house of sticks and grow the grass and build a mask
Pull the grapes turn black turn back
I can't say it 'till you grow a face
Walking in the dark...