Rituals

I’m the questioner It arouses me in the night It comes through my bones Crumbling soil I’m the customer A charging property It comes through my bones Crumbling soil It runs through my bones Like smothering in oil There comes a time you will reap These fruits of property And regret some ancient fears Oh fly away my dear High from down From weeds to woods If you’re the atlas Then i’m the sea High from down From weeds to woods If you’re the atlas Then i’m the sea And as water runs deep May you’re the atlas and i’m the sea Comes through your bones Like smothering in oil I’m the questioner It arouses me in the night It runs through your bones Crumbling soil It runs through your bones Like smothering in oil There comes a time you will reap These fruits of property And regret some ancient fears Oh fly away And i can’t get off your mountains The feather slides to the bank of the sea The wheel gained higher speed By the same rituals each day and week We are kept in our circles while Circumstances change Rituals outlive it all In the land over the hills where the days Feel reborn like a blood-red sunset In the land over the hills where the days Feel reborn like a blood-red sunset In the land over the hills where the days Feel reborn like a blood-red sunset