Messing with your hair
Messing with your hair
Messing with your
Bury me and keep me down with all your deer teeth
Until we meet
Feel the wings as we're cradled on a mother swan
Until we're gone
To lay sunken in the final ground
Slipping through millennia
Gripping to our only child and
Sleeping till the end of time with a
Fox crown in the ground
Messing with your hair
Messing with your hair
Messing with your hair
Could I have this final thought
See I was hoping for the chance to keep a light on
I wanna rest here
But I keep messing with your hair
Messing with your hair
Messing with your
With this
I take my breath
And give it to you with hope
Let me go
Let me go
