You were named like pastures
Fields with little stone walls
Little stone eyes
Eyes that watch the angles
Squares and green, and squares and green, I

Grappling Boston bay with neck
Under the diving board she will
Toss you between her thumbs, oh, you're a tumbler
Now you'll watch the blackout
Creeks, were they from you?

Where do they hide?
In the flashing hills, in the dewing pride
You're stepping out of your bones
You're stepping out of your bones
So teach me to atone

We were fattened among the calves, and
Flailing among the mites, you weaved a tangle
Yeah, soon they come down
Wings and a word
Calling aloud for melody
Now everybody be here in the room

Now is the fake
The real is the word
You were named like bankers
Love set in one pile, sex in two piles
Music, sport, and dancing
Like mirrors, we duel

Infinities of faults
So carry me to the end
Where the air and the wing are one
A nameless stroke of Sun, until they're memory
Yeah, now you'll build the rat den
Wood with little dead flies

Little left hope
Me and my brother, we've got
Space and got hands, got space and got hands
So maybe we'll start a band
With the strangler you have to like

'Cause he knows how to play the drums, yu're called
Forsakers
Yeah, soon they come down
Wings and a word
Calling aloud for melody
Now everybody be here in the room
Now is the fake
The real is the word