Property of Thrill Jockey Records
From Heron King Blues
Lyrics:
Beggars breathe all one lung
All one engine choir
Looking lost and left undone by the riverbed sending off winter
Keep in bending it with your promises
Long hands ripening quiet as a cutter's eye
From the heights
The planets curve tide
And bullets harmonize
Ocean claws
Waters teeth traded away
Your soldiers memory
Wet sweet morning come kill a jealous night
Dirt blue lit in a dried out pool
Keep in bending it with your promises
Long hands morning come kill a jealous night