The Spiining Turning Of The Summer Earth Lyrics - Clark Anne

The spinning turning of the summer earth 

has strtched and wound the air 

into a tight blue band around 

it's swollen girth 

Dizzy and relentless the suffocated streets 

wind on and toil and soils 

gasp their quick and tiny breath 

Parched dry tongues scrape over reptile lips 

and every word we speak 

steams and crackles in the heat 

lizard still we perch upon the stones 

merging carved and curled this rough 

dry heat unfurls pervades the flash 

marrow that once waxed now wanes the bones 

High upon the sky 

the one unblinking eye pours down 

its slippery butter , yellow drops 

melting oily fire on our backs 

fingers without touch 

fell for relief 

and every move we make 

strains as if about to break 

something has to give