Deer Teeth

Messing with your hair

Messing with your hair

Messing with your—

Bury me and keep me down with all your deer teeth

Until we meet

Feel the wings as we're cradled on a mother swan

Until we're gone

To lay sunken in the final ground

Slipping through millennia

Gripping to our only child and

Sleeping till the end of time with a

Fox crown in the ground

Messing with your hair

Messing with your hair

Messing with your—

Could I have this final thought?

See I was hoping for the chance to keep a light on

I wanna rest here

But I keep messing with your hair

Messing with your hair

Messing with your—

With this

I take my breath

And give it to you with hope

Let me go

Let me go