I came down over the sleepy mountains
Where our wide toes plunged
Into the weeping shale

To tear our skin up off from the bottom
Leaves our ankles bare
Don't just wander back and forth and leave it


Build it into
Pinnacles and shrines

Of some,
Some ghastly predicament of mine
You'll find

Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs
With me all coiled up near the bottom
With my chest unbeared


Oh but dear the sky is low
Gather up its harm in gauze

With grateful arms
Oh but dear the sky is low
Gather up its harm in gauze

With grateful arms

Oh but dear the sky is low

Watch fluent sea men rig their rudders
So they'll
Graze it with their wind arrows

'Tis in the fathoms that, that
They brush below, low


Oh my dreams,
Come back to me, back to me
Back to...

Oh my wrinkles,
Build on me, build on me
Build on...


Oh but dear the sky is low
Gather up its harm in gauze

With grateful arms
Oh but dear the sky is low
Gather up its harm in gauze

With grateful arms