Pan over the hill

I came apart way up high

Splattered on the film of sky

Warm sun on my flapping face

Sweeping for a trail or a trace

I came apart way up high

Splattered on the film of sky

Warm sun on my flapping face

Sweeping for a trail or a trace

A pan over the hill

A tilt in squeaky grass

Baskets of muscle

Bone barrels pass

Hear the spider spin

Listen for the singing tracks

Wanna sound like a clearing

Blast out awkward cracks

I came apart

Way up high

Splattered on

The film of sky

Warm sun

On my flapping face

Sweeping for

A trail or a trace