Obedear

I came down over the sleeping mountains Where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to Tear our skin up out from the bottom Leaves our ankles bare Don't just wander back and forth and leave it Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some Some ghastly predicament of mine you'll find Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with

Me all coiled up near the bottom With my chest un-bared Oh, but dear, the sky is low Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms Oh, but dear, the sky is low Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms Obedear, the sky is low Watch fluent sea men rig their rudders, so they'll

Graze it with their wind arrows 'Tis in the fathoms that, that they brush below, low Oh, my dreams Come back to me, back to me, back to All my wrinkles Build on me, build on me, build on Oh, but dear, the sky is low Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms Oh, but dear, the sky is low Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms