Wild Eyes

Tiny darling ghost holder

Tiny darling ghost holder

You our soft spirit breather and

You our bark skinned weaver

Remember you could weep fire

Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes

With wild eyes, oh those wild eyes

If you ring your cells like bells in a garden that

You plant your burdens way deep down in

And water them daily from wells of salty

Guilt for sons who pollinate the deadly

That wild eye, oh that wild eye

Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser

Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser

Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancer

Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner

Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers

Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers

Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers

And oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyes

So I will ring my cells like bells as you

Bind your father's molecules with roots of silver

Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers

Picking bloody flowers

His wild eyes, oh his wild eyes

Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser

Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser

Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancer

Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner

Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers

Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers

Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers

And oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyes

Tiny green moss collector

Sweet tiny green moss collector

Remember you could catch fire

Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes

With wild eyes, oh with those wild eyes

And once the river is rolling lower

We'll gather lichen from the boulders

We'll keep it dry inside our lockets

We'll put this town down into our pockets

We'll try...

To leave these branch arms behind

The swaying hands of pines

Their needles tugging at your skin

Trying to pull you back deep in their wooden womb

Of a hundred hearts hanging suspended, moth-eaten

Those muscles the size of your fist

All floating around your head

Not knowing who they're a loving

Not knowing how fast they're a pumping

Not knowing how hard they're a beating

Not knowing who they're a punching

Those muscles the size of your fist

All floating around your head

And throwing punches like we throw the stones to

The bottom of river beds

Who knows whose next

To watch from under the currents

The rapids rapidly raging while rapid

While we're rapidly blinking our wild

Our wild eyes