Shadows (feat. S.G. Goodman)

Flannel, flushed, between red oak stacks

Thicket's full of fawn and clover traps

Cornmeal rising high in cast iron pans

Cattails catching all the copperheads

Walk your way into the river

Is it fever or surrender?

Like a quilt handing out patterns

Like shadows to measure

Ripping pages from the book of Psalms

Kettle's calling out a ransom song

I shave your legs 'til the daylight's gone

Slowly reaching for a little more

Walk your way into the river

Is it fever or surrender?

Like a quilt handing out patterns

Like shadows in attics

What else do (What else do)

I need to move (I need to move)

To make room?

What else do (What else do)

I need to lose (I need to lose)

To make room?

What else new (What else new)

Could I choose (Could I choose)

To make room?

How else do (How else do)

I use this broom (I use this broom)

To make room?

Leave this place just like you found it

Posts of cedar, coils of wire

Tangled up inside the briar

Like shadows on fire