Spill like moonlight over our barren fields
Raise my gun, Load your tongue
Show the hurt we wield
Scatter my soul, Make like fallen leaves
Spend the days in stoned mundane
A hollow nest to weave
A home away from stone
Just a little old something
I once called my own
Drift like deadwood, Oh how quick sand drains
Feed the beast, Give the least
The sun rises the same
No home away from stone
No place that I can
Call my own
Life grows from dead bone, Leave no flesh of me
Hidden in swidden, dust to soil to need
And should I find you wilted like dead willow
Set my being ablaze and grow
From ashes of my soul
To sew the seeds of home
Someday something I can
Call my own
credits
from Desert Dayze Mixtape,
track released January 7, 2019
Edgar Wonder - Production
Marshall Broyles - Additional guitars, noise, and general tom-foolery
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