Wild Eyes

Tiny darling ghost holder
 Tiny darling ghost holder
 You our soft spirit breather and
 You our bark skinned weaver
 Remember you could weep fire
 Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes
 With wild eyes, oh those wild eyes
 If you ring your cells like bells in a garden that
 You plant your burdens way deep down in
 And water them daily from wells of salty
 Guilt for sons who pollinate the deadly
 That wild eye, oh that wild eye
 Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser
 Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser
 Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancer
 Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner
 Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers
 Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers
 Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers
 And oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyes
 So I will ring my cells like bells as you
 Bind your father's molecules with roots of silver
 Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers
 Picking bloody flowers
 His wild eyes, oh his wild eyes
 Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser
 Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser
 Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancer
 Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner
 Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers
 Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers
 Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers
 And oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyes
 Tiny green moss collector
 Sweet tiny green moss collector
 Remember you could catch fire
 Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes
 With wild eyes, oh with those wild eyes
 And once the river is rolling lower
 We'll gather lichen from the boulders
 We'll keep it dry inside our lockets
 We'll put this town down into our pockets
 We'll try
 To leave these branch arms behind
 The swaying hands of pines
 Their needles tugging at your skin
 Trying to pull you back deep in their wooden womb
 Of a hundred hearts hanging suspended, moth-eaten
 Those muscles the size of your fist
 All floating around your head
 Not knowing who they're a loving
 Not knowing how fast they're a pumping
 Not knowing how hard they're a beating
 Not knowing who they're a punching
 Those muscles the size of your fist
 All floating around your head
 And throwing punches like we throw the stones to
 The bottom of river beds
 Who knows whose next
 To watch from under the currents
 The rapids rapidly raging while rapid
 While we're rapidly blinking our wild
 Our wild eyes