Shredded soles Along the slate shoals Shredded souls Oh, where my heart goes
Tall grass, broken glass Thorns aplenty and dust to ash Rotted bodies Of water and trash Thorns serrated- sulks in the grass with- broken glass, ash to ash
Still the rivers flows Over rocks and stones And washes away, every smitten day
Begotten mud forms Compressed into stone or primordial bones with a spirit on loan nevertheless
We will have our tall grass We will make our broken glass And as the mountains burn to the ground we'll shrug and state "ash to ash."