This Syrup To Exchange Lyrics - Parables For Wooden Ears - Powderfinger

It's a early rise 

His teeth are furred 

And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold 

The sun divides 

Imagined leaves 

A shelter while I sleep 

There are many years 

To cloud my mind 

But no burden 

It's heavy like a tipping load 

Early day 

On a bloodied patch 

Only noise and brick surround 

Tradition sinks 

In the soil here 

As a rock is swallowed in the mud 

The polluted skin 

Of my brittle earth 

It keeps the bleeding at bay 

This syrup sweet 

And thick to exchange me 

My spirit has rearranged 

Crippled, dampened, lame 

As it goes 

The syrup fills my eyes 

The days faces fade to black 

And I don't feel 

And I can't fight 

For my home anymore 

Anymore 

And I return to an open land 

Where blood's blanket shielded me 

This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me 

My spirit has rearranged 

Crippled, dampened, lame