In the Paddies

When they ask are you really him?

Down there where the water logs

There's no chance to give evidence

Nor the depth for it in a song

Even songs of experience

couldn't even cut it no

Making way for another rhyme

not even a proper one

Pushing out what you really meant

borrowing a better thing

Giving up on the better line

Giving up on the better line

I can see them there in the

I can see them there in the

I can see them there, in the paddies

Where the flooding kills the grain,

And the hobs are out, and they're many

Will nobody swear them in?

Let them rest for now

I go there with an offering

To where they gather in the hope of it

The scapegoats and the runaways

The despots and apologists

Slack jaw Maximilien

blood carpeting the stage, yeah they

The decorated and the gun fodder

they'd come back from the dead for it

John Frith and the Lutherans,

see the travertine swallowing it

The big names and the nobodies.

See the travertine swallowing it.

I can see em there in the

I can see em there in the

I can see them there, in the paddies

Where the flooding kills the grain,

And the hobs are out, and they're many

Will nobody swear them in?

Let them rest for now

in the paddies

Where the flooding kills the grain,

And the hobs are out, and they're many

Will nobody swear them in?

I can see them there, in the paddies

Where the flooding kills the grain,

And the hobs are out, and they're many

Will nobody swear them in?

Let them rest for now

But in the end he let her face slide from his mind

He came back to her sightless

Strengthless expressionless

Asking only to be washed and burned

And his bones wrapped in soft cloths

And returned to the ground