Raise your voices This is where the good times went from me Breathe in choruses This is where the waning sated me Stand in valleys This is where the
Save your soul It's bright with holes Rays on pinion Lay me down Our trust lies in mighty wing As we thrust ourselves into the drink Pitched boats sail
Holy rake You piss and shake Comely waif Your knees abraid Turn your back on the birthing It's sweet again Keep it tucked in your eyes Wet and alive
Perambulation Wading Milk the keel through tidal slough at dawn On and on Grating and lapping at the swollen stinking skin Imitation Mating muscles cut
Isak Hands in the ground Buried traces of sound scream Hem in the seed Water to salt Salt into rain Isak Tender the swine Carry the hare and the barrow
See inside Till you find me blindly Slice the rind Till you see me bleeding Thousand blades Of an unbeliever Sift the sand Hear the wail of winter winds
