Oh, when it's god I see in headlights kneeling down on frozen highways. And salvation in white knuckles on a wheel. And the deer is in the audience by the border of the darkness.
Oh, I have lived for ages I'm a thousand turns of tides. I'm a thousand wakes of springtime and thousand infant cries. Oh, a thousand infant cries. . I got sixteen hundred tigers now tied to silver strings.
Jump 'long the creekside. The rock's crooked line. Fun curls your hair and. The days open wide. . And horses trot faster 'til sparrows fall down. But you just fall, laughin', to the snow on the ground.
There is a crow moon coming in well you keep looking out. It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in. Lets watch phenomenons that rise out of the darkness now.
She said I cannot tell you why, she said I'm in a rush. There are softer dreams for you to think about now love. Things that you have seen this night that run by that the river's flow.
The Tallest Man on Earth - "Tangle In This Trampled Wheat". . Been so many days of longing now. Why should it ever be this far. Where I get frightened.