Soft Crook

Bloodspill in the space between
Baptized under hand-cut beams
Find the light and you can see
Right through to the field
Never seem to ask for much
A lover not afraid of love
Around the edges a little rough
Whose touch doesn't bluff

Do whatever dose you need to
To make it through the night
Head in hands and haunches
Heavin' on the heart of pine
Sneaky late-night lift kits
Smoke the Orange County line
South-bound whistles, sundown
Over Cole Mill, danger rests now
Therе are angels all around

Eyes high to thе patient barred
Towerin' in the black walnut
Steady pickin' out bobcat skulls
To dive like a swan
Blue light and the blush of dawn
Soft crook of my woman's arm
All in, now is it so hard
To walk towards the want

Do whatever dose you need to
To make it through the night
Head in hands and haunches
Heavin' on the heart of pine
Sneaky late-night lift kits
Smoke the Orange County line
South-bound whistles, sundown
Over Cole Mill, danger rests now

You'll do whatever dose you need to
To make it through the night
Head in hands and haunches
Heavin' on the heart of pine
Right now, there are angels
There are angels
Right now, there are angels all around