Singing For The Pharaoh

I'm singing for the Pharaoh, and I'm setting out alone Down a vast unending furrow, to the sound of pick on stone Hiding from our essential nature's yeah, shrink back from the bone Well I'm singing for the Pharaoh, when I'm sickening for home Can this voice carry seeds? Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds? Can this voice carry seeds? At night my dreams are full of life with root tips and filaments See the blusher doll in a crow-felt sky, and I'll take these sacraments I'm gonna borrow like a beetle, into the high vaulted beams of governance Yeah, I'm wading through the treacle, using my incoherence as evidence Can this voice carry seeds? Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds? Can this voice carry seeds? Meanwhile, deception weaves its spell, eh Who knows where, who knows where? And start again (and start again) Who knows where, who knows where? Can this voice carry...? So it a day like any other for the breakers of rocks And the pickers of locks For the spenders and the lenders and the grim-faced Descenders and the riders of aftershocks Well, I'm singing for the Pharaoh But my spirit is taken to the hill Where the clouds are white, and the sky is bright And the plowers reopen, the fields where it is Oh Let's start again, who knows when? Who knows when? Let's start again (let's start again) Who knows when? Who knows when? (Who knows when?) Let's start again Who knows when? (Who knows when?) Who knows when? Let's start again (let's start again) Let's start again Let's start again Let's start again, yeah Can this voice carry seeds? Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds? Can this voice carry seeds? Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds?