Wild Eyes

Tiny darling ghost holder Tiny darling ghost holder You our soft spirit breather and You our bark skinned weaver Remember you could weep fire Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes With wild eyes, oh 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 pollinate the deadly That wild eye, oh that wild eye Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed 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 oh her wild eyes, oh 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, oh his wild eyes Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed 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 oh her wild eyes, oh 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, oh with those wild eyes And once the river is rolling lower We'll gather lichen from the boulders We'll keep it dry inside our lockets We'll put this town down into our pockets We'll try To leave these 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