Morning Hollow Lyrics - Sparklehorse

In the silver morning hollow 

Trembling and getting old 

Smelling burnt oil of heaven 

About ten years, too big to hold 

She don't get up when I come into the room 

She don't run through the fields anymore 

Built a fire in the kitchen 

Made her bed by a stove 

Took a walk to the graveyard 

But she didn't want to go 

She don't worry all them murders of crows 

Even though they was always out of reach