Broken Chairs

Broken chairs your body conforms to

Out beyond the quiet garden

You can bring the man form into trust

Through the holes in my everydayness

Lends sustenance

Where the starvation's necessary

'Cause my head's a dictionary

Of long spring days and the speech of crows

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions

In the fallen Sun

Where the starvation's necessary

'Cause my head's a dictionary

Of long spring days and the speech of crows

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions

In the fallen Sun

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions

In the fallen Sun

You're alright

You can make it stay

You're alright

You're alright

You're alright

You can make it stay

You're alright, alright, alright

You're alright, alright, alright