Broken Chairs

Broken chairs your body conforms to
Out beyond the quieted garden
You can bring the man form into trust
Through the holes in my everydayness
Lends sustenance where starvation’s necessary
'Cause my head’s a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension in the fallen sun
Where starvation’s necessary
'Cause my head’s a dictionary
Of long spring days and the speech of crows
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension in the fallen sun
Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension in the fallen sun
Well, alright
You can make it stay
Well, alright
Well, alright
Well, alright
You can make it stay
Well, alright
Alright
Alright
Well, alright
Alright
Alright