Bur Oak-Bowerbirds

[00:00.31]The room calls to me, says were all strung out [00:06.65]And the beat we both stomp on the floor, [00:11.13] [00:13.30]While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly. [00:18.63] [00:19.37]These are the hymns that today we've ignored. [00:24.66] [00:25.95]And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains: [00:36.95] [00:39.79]A wind so loud that we might never mention. [00:48.46] [01:00.39]And heres to my lovers hands and feet. [01:06.23] [01:06.91]They are the roots that will weave through the floor. [01:12.00] [01:14.02]And down in the dirt, in her wandering, [01:19.68] [01:20.35]Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words. [01:25.30] [01:27.20]He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience, [01:39.54] [01:41.02]And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately. [01:52.83] [02:02.35]Down by the bur oak tree, [02:08.03]I had lost your locket in the loam, [02:12.09] [02:14.25]And there fell to my knees, [02:18.24] [02:19.19]neath the coil and the brush of the fern. [02:24.76] [02:26.61]Down by the bur oak tree, [02:31.27] [02:31.79]I had lost your locket in the loam, [02:36.02] [02:38.24]And there fell to my knees, [02:42.20] [02:43.12]neath the coil and the brush of the fern. [02:48.66] [02:57.57]The candles light dances across the table, [03:03.30] [03:04.45]And will burn at the tip of my pen. [03:10.89] [03:11.71]And lures all the moths into the kitchen [03:18.80]To spin tales and bend truths through the evening. [03:23.78] [03:26.28]And scribe for them their stories; [03:31.16] [03:33.54]we scribe for them their stories, [03:38.68] [03:40.27]While they wax and wax of their lives in the country. [03:49.93] [04:02.67]Down by the bur oak tree, [04:07.30] [04:08.02]I had lost your locket in the loam, [04:12.57] [04:14.80]And there fell to my knees, [04:18.79] [04:19.63]neath the coil and the brush of the fern [04:25.49] [04:27.18]Down by the bur oak tree, [04:31.45] [04:32.50]I had lost your locket in the loam, [04:37.32] [04:39.26]And there fell to my knees, [04:43.28] [04:44.17]neath the coil and the brush of the fern. [04:49.94]