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