Teeth nip the air where shadow meets stare. Turin, turn in, tree. Grass sips the sun. Dew drink is done. Now warm the Earth for me. Feel on your face what you see. Emote, but embrace the empty. Needles and blood cut off and blue. Yearling, you sing, you do. Lakes of like dead; the shores shift, it said. You're in, yearning, you be. Tasks asked of trash as palm paws for cash. Now, hold the Earth for me. Feel on your face what you see. Emote, but embrace the empty. Needles and blood cut off and blue. Yearling, you sing, you do. Ankles and rope, broken and free. Soft thing, now, sing for me.
credits
from Acid Casual,
released March 3, 2013
Brooks – acoustic guitar, cello, mandolins, bells, percussion, saw
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