Texty:
Foxes The

I buckle and rose as God and the rest How mere riches be a war or we lose Close into symbols a fly drinks ignitions They turn infant's breath my milk

Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught But the search it never stops For faith doesn't come in boxes Nor God in your silver cross Those red ribbon foxes

If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no, I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret

Crown of leaves, high in the window on a cold morning Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow Days are just drops in the river to be lost always Only

Why in the night sky are the lights hung? Why is the earth moving 'round the sun? Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one Why in the night sky

In that dream I'm as old as the mountains Still is starlight reflected in fountains Children grown on the edge of the ocean Kept like jewelry, kept with

So now I am older Than my mother and father When they had their daughter Now what does that say about me? Oh, how could I dream of Such a selfless and

I woke up one morning All my fingers rotten I woke up a dying man Without a chance I came to your window, threw a stone and waited At the door a stranger

Lay me down Lay me down Lay me down Lay me down Don't give in Don't give in Don't give in Don't give in Don't give in Don't give in Don't give in Don