Frequent Weaver Who Burns Lyrics - Robert Pollard

Pagan shutters described at shrine 

Dark stems large elephantine 

Serpent sea snake zebra 

Up love and deliver your good speech 

Of youth and perfect skin 

Sky gazing free of sin 

Clipped at the hip peg legged and cracked 

Expressing trivial concern 

And then I long . 

I'm the frequent weaver who burns 

Shaft birth pride of pity 

Going back from country to city 

Come home now to surround you 

You've no more to learn 

Who do you think you are?