Obedear

I came down over the

Sleepy mountains where

Our wide toes plunged

Into the weeping shale

To tear our skin up off 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, unbeared

Oh but dear, the sky is low

Gather up its harm in gauze

With grateful arms

With grateful arms

Oh but dear, 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

Oh my dreams

Come back to me

Back to me, back to

Oh my wrinkles

Build on me

Build on me, build on

Oh but dear, the sky is low

Gather up its harm in gauze

With grateful arms

With grateful arms