Tiny darling ghost holder Tiny darling ghost holder You our soft spirit breather You our bark skinned weaver Remember you could weep fire Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes With wild eyes, ooo with those wild eyes If you ring your cells like bells in a garden that You plant your burdens way deep down in And water them daily from wells of salty Guilt for sons who polinate the deadly That wild eye, ooo that wild eye Pape my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouth ghost dancer Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes So I will ring my cells like bells as you Bind your father's molecules with roots of silver Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers Picking bloody flowers His wild eyes, ooo his wild eyes Pape my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouth ghost dancer Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes Tiny green moss collector Sweet tiny green moss collector Remember you could catch fire Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes With wild eyes, ooo with those wild eyes And once the river is rolling lower We'll father lichen from the boulders We'll keep it dry inside out lockets We'll put this down into our pockets We'll try... To leave the branch arms behind The swaying hands of pines Their needles tugging at your skin Trying to pull you back deep in their wooden womb Of a hundred hearts hanging, suspended, moth-eaten Those muscles the size of your fist All floating around your head Not knowing who they're a loving Not knowing how fast they're a pumping Not knowing how hard they're a beating Not knowing who they're a punching Those muscles the size of your fist All floating around your head And throwing punches like we throw the stones to The bottom of river beds Who knows whose next? To watch from under the currents The rapids rapidly raging while rapid While we're rapidly blinking our wild Our wild eyes
Tiny darling ghost holder Tiny darling ghost holder You our soft spirit breather You our bark skinned weaver Remember you could weep fire Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes With wild eyes, ooo with those wild eyes If you ring your cells like bells in a garden that You plant your burdens way deep down in And water them daily from wells of salty Guilt for sons who polinate the deadly That wild eye, ooo that wild eye Pape my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouth ghost dancer Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes So I will ring my cells like bells as you Bind your father's molecules with roots of silver Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers Picking bloody flowers His wild eyes, ooo his wild eyes Pape my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouth ghost dancer Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes Tiny green moss collector Sweet tiny green moss collector Remember you could catch fire Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes With wild eyes, ooo with those wild eyes And once the river is rolling lower We'll father lichen from the boulders We'll keep it dry inside out lockets We'll put this down into our pockets We'll try... To leave the branch arms behind The swaying hands of pines Their needles tugging at your skin Trying to pull you back deep in their wooden womb Of a hundred hearts hanging, suspended, moth-eaten Those muscles the size of your fist All floating around your head Not knowing who they're a loving Not knowing how fast they're a pumping Not knowing how hard they're a beating Not knowing who they're a punching Those muscles the size of your fist All floating around your head And throwing punches like we throw the stones to The bottom of river beds Who knows whose next? To watch from under the currents The rapids rapidly raging while rapid While we're rapidly blinking our wild Our wild eyes
