Antlers in Velvet (Live)

The crows flying low came so close to me

But none perch on my arm

The vagaries of the wind

A person place or thing

Stir the nest to song

Remember when we could take off and land?

Inhale or exhale they're both just wind

No secret can be kept

Antlers in velvet

All of these trees remind me of home

And how we drop our leaves

In cities in dreams

In closets never cleaned

Woven to tapestry

Of laments and telephone calls

When did you decide to grow so old?

Oh in the door it crept

Tell me crow where does the old growth go?

Flying by and acting like you don't know

Like you don't know

Where does it go?

Your round earth is just flat land