Towers

For the love, Iʼd fallen on

In the swampy August dawn

What a mischief you would bring, young darling!

When the onus is not all your own

When you're up for it before you've grown

Whoa

From the faun, forever gone

In the towers of your honeycomb

I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back, darling

When you're filling out your only form

Can you tell that itʼs just ceremon'?

Now, you've added up to what you're from

Whoa

Build your tether rain-out from your fragments

Break the sailor's table on your sacrum

Fuck the fiercest fables, I'm with Hagen

For the love, comes the burning young

From the liver, sweating through your tongue

Well, youʼre standing on my sternum

Don't you climb down, darling

Oh, the sermons are the first to rest

Smoke on Sundays when youʼre drunk and dressed

Out the hollows where the swallow nests

Whoa