Where The Barrel Meets The Badger

A dream to be pinched by a pair of calloused finger tips

And tossed to perish alone

Instead of scooped up, displayed for the house guests

With no attention to detail

But I've plateaued on the windowsill

You saw your chance to keep me

In eyeline of the sand martin

That beats it's limbs so freely

That beats it's limbs so freely

Chorus

Harvest all my parts, return me to my past

Harvest all my parts, return me

Return me to my past

A dream to bathe in yards of orange Lillies

The clouded seams burst open

As they infiltrate the grounds in all their selfish beauty

Because I've plateued on the windowsill

You saw your chance to keep me

In eyeline of the sand martin

That beats it's limbs so freely

Take it from the professional

I don't think this is home

Chorus

Harvest all my parts, return me to my past

Harvest all my parts, return me

Return me to my past

Cause I'm not sure how long we'll last

I thought we'd wither here together

Where the muntjac meets the 4x4

And the barrel meets the badger

Cause I'm not sure how long is left

If we'll even last the winter

Between the red hips of the dog rose

from the fruiting hedgerow larder

Cause I'm not sure how long we'll last

I thought we'd wither here together

Where the muntjac meets the 4x4

And the barrel meets the badger

Cause I'm not sure how long is left

If we'll even last the winter

Between the red hips of the dog rose (return to my past)

from the fruiting hedgerow larder

Cause I'm not sure how long we'll last

I thought we'd wither here together

Where the muntjac meets the 4x4

And the barrel meets the badger

Cause I'm not sure how long is left

If we'll even last the winter

Between the red hips of the dog rose

from the fruiting hedgerow larder