Flag Day / The Mother Stone

Short bone, with me
Don't know, through dreams
This state, supreme
Our heads, our seeds
In life we drown, and live beneath
A cold lights still sings
A cold light in me
Breathing for you

I ran the wolf off in the car park, rita checked
And yet she came back with a child
And that's when i turned around
I saw you standing there, beside the diner
Eyes of mad dancing circles, floating still
And yet somehow waving, surely as they're dissipating
Cornered in by the day, so strung out, climbing doors
It takes a daffodil to make it right
To shake the jelly from the stone

A breath so full and hot inside
It won't come out and so we watch him die
So much carried in a thought
But in words, it's a pity what you've done

It takes the daffodil to make it right
Tits out, color's gravity, the hat's out for the help
It takes the regulars, to fill the score
To take the echo from the stone