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?