The interview where you spoke

To the bleach in the stone


You should have brought some tea


Outside where the light

Coats us in marzipan


In pools of breast milk


I had to bury my daughter today

And i can't think about it too much


You see a buck from the sky


Trample a wandering doe

You see a buck from the sky


Trample a wandering doe
I am down to the beach


Smoke condensed from telling stories


Strolling through the neighborhood

Clanking steel and discolored


Because you made a truce of rubber


Because you made a truce of rubber

Because you made a truce of rubber


Because you made a truce of rubber


You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe


You see a buck from the sky


Trample a wandering doe
Abiding in the unborn is symmetry


And that one is always the refuge

Abiding in the unborn is symmetry


And that one is always the refuge


You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe