Obedear

I came down over there sleepy mountains

Where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale

To tear our skin up off from the bottom

Leaves our ankles bare

Don't just wander back and forth and leave it

Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some

Some ghastly predicament of mine you'll find

Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with

Me all coiled up near the bottom with my chest un-bared

Oh, but dear the sky is low

Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms

Oh, but dear the sky is low

Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms

Oh, but dear the sky is low watch

Fluent sea men rig their rudders so they'll

Graze it with their wind arrows

'Tis in the fathoms that-that they brush below-low

Oh, my dreams come back to me

Back to me, back to

Oh, my wrinkles build on me

Build on me, build on

Oh, but dear the sky is low

Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms

Oh, but dear the sky is low

Gather up its harm and gods with grateful arms