Proclamation Bones

Wind pulls a silent chains
 To shake the hillside grass awake
 A falcon presses up against
 A birch tree in a thin white dress
 Every road gonna disappear
 The fate of man is still unclear
 I think you should come by here
 Tonight tonight tonight
 Moon, cast your finery
 Lilies, stretch your throats neck to see
 Flowers like a mess of bones
 Blouses open to the soul
 Every road gonna disappear
 The fate of my heart is unclear
 I think you should meet me here
 Tonight tonight tonight
 Proclamation bones: day leaves me all alone
 Night has a secret place, always ripe for a few more days
 Move and dishevel me
 Wet field, muddy stream
 Raise my glass like an insect wing
 Come on night spell pass through me
 Every road gonna disappear
 The fate of man is still unclear
 I think you should stay right
 Tonight tonight tonight