Bubbles out the earth the earth the trash the we, we put under it
As a spell is placed by Billum
It is us who flourish beneath the weary sky
Her brittle teeth we break as if to say, "we know to do it better"
Her hair her hair
Her eyes her creeks and river-frames
A mare is born in Georgia
By light
Reflected off the yellow-moon
And calling through the sacredness of empty woods
Bear witness
Her hair her hair
The river-bed the speakers up between the trees, the earth
The earth the earth between the earth
The shadows comely, lovely
The shadows comely, lovely

The shadows comely, lovely
The shadows comely, lovely