Broken Chairs

Broken chairs your body conforms to Out beyond the quieted garden You can bring the man form into trust Through the holes in my everydayness Lends sustenance where starvation's necessary 'Cause my head's a dictionary Of long spring days and the speech of crows Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun Where starvation's necessary 'Cause my head's a dictionary Of long spring days and the speech of crows Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun Well, alright You can make it stay Well, alright Well, alright You can make it stay, uh Well, alright, alright, alright Well, alright, alright, alright