| I begin to sow, begin to sow |
| The thoughts, they had burrowed |
| Shudder me |
| I’m made of seeds, but they just bleed |
| And I begin to grow, begin to grow like |
| Moths in the shadows |
| Flutter me |
| I’m made of seeds, but they just bleed |
| We’ll wish for weightless knees |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| We’ll wait for wind to die |
| And hang over the sky |
| Saw fires from far away |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| Our heads are all ablaze |
| We’re running from our graves |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| We’re running from our graves |
| Cover me from top down |
| Pleading with the weeds |
| Slow lowly as your had bows |
| Follow, follow me |
| I begin to go, begin to get |
| Blind from dust their wings shed |
| Cover me |
| Up from the grave, my whims have fled |
| I begin to fault, began to fault |
| Atticism in your speech |
| Mutter me |
| Oh, how the lonely the garden keeps |
| We’ll wish for weightless knees |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| We’ll wait for wind to die |
| And hang over the sky |
| Saw fires from far away |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| Our heads are all ablaze |
| We’re running from our graves |
| We’ll wish for weightless knees |
| We’ll wish for weightless knees |
| We’ll wait for wind to die |
| And hang over the sky |
| Saw fires from far away |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| Our heads are all ablaze |
| We’re running from our graves |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| We’re running from our graves |
| Oh, take me, oh, take me |
| We’re running from our graves |