Without a sound My old hound sleeps in the ground Under the house Under the town An arrow is loud Shivered and stuck in the mouth And my heart's an apple - red, round - and you shot it out! You shot it out! And what do the shot dream about? A millpond? A stillborn? A house? Where everything sings out?
Without a sound My old hound sleeps in the ground Under the house Under the town An arrow is loud Shivered and stuck in the mouth And my heart's an apple - red, round - and you shot it out! You shot it out! And what do the shot dream about? A millpond? A stillborn? A house? Where everything sings out?
