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In our days we will live |
| [00:31] |
Like our ghosts will live... |
| [00:38] |
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows |
| [00:44] |
And folding clothes |
| [00:50] |
Like stubborn boys across the road |
| [00:57] |
We'll keep everything... |
| [01:03] |
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw |
| [01:10] |
That took her dog |
| [01:15] |
When sister Laurie says, "Amen" |
| [01:22] |
We won't hear anything... |
| [01:28] |
The ten-car trains will take that word |
| [01:35] |
That fledgling bird |
| [01:41] |
And the fallen house across the way |
| [01:47] |
It'll keep everything... |
| [01:53] |
The baby's breath |
| [01:57] |
Our bravery wasted and our shame |
| [02:07] |
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire |
| [02:13] |
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire |
| [02:19] |
All the more a pair of underwater pearls |
| [02:26] |
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern |
| [02:58] |
In our days we will say |
| [03:05] |
What our ghosts will say... |
| [03:11] |
We gave the world what it saw fit |
| [03:17] |
And what'd we get? |
| [03:23] |
Like stubborn boys with big green eyes |
| [03:29] |
We'll see everything... |
| [03:36] |
In the tender shade of the autumn leaves |
| [03:43] |
And the buzzard's wing |
| [03:49] |
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire |
| [03:56] |
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire |
| [04:02] |
All the more a pair of underwater pearls |
| [04:09] |
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern |
