Girth and Plain

[Verse 1]
Twisting like a cork, I’ve undone my buttons one by one
And hurled my outfit over twilight’s girth and plain
Meanwhile, ocean’s acres curl to land, and speak of seasons
Where sky and water meet, on the trench of its reflection
Locked into our Farmer’s stream, digging through lost reed boats
I have seen the other end of who knows what and God knows when
Eluding and evading, to prime these limbs and stretch them
I found it while asleep
I held it in hanging arms

[Verse 2]
Listen to my declaration
Comes from the bellows of my unstepped spine
A rattle, a rattle, a movement from within the undergrowth
Wet, aswell
Bustling through the Farmer’s Dew, attending to the ghosts I knew
Afraid to talk to the livestock, amok among the fleece and flock
Alone until I heard a bell, pealing like the damp of Hell

[Chorus]
Now I’ve caught its tongue, I will
Now I’ve caught its tongue, I will
Now I’ve caught its tongue, I will
Now I’ve caught its tongue, I’ll knell the news