tall grass, broken glass
tall grass, broken glass
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."
I cut my hand on some slate
