Lyrics
It brays, it slays, it neighs
At most when fleet
Adorned by morns and may
I spake my peace
But tugged along any dray colt sups
His flowered seas
Where daft desires and feathers out the mines
Fly all but time here
Take what you had
Yet I can't vouch for what's real
Or false on that
This trail of tears we've blacked
So sudden, cool
Morning, slow
Cool morning, so
Sudden, slow
Cool morning, slow
Vouchsafed it rains, it rails
Yes love reeks
From sails it turns to toasts
And I kick my keep
And starved we'll mother the other parsing
One of each
Whence twined desires and gingham clementines
Fly all but time here
Take what you had
But I can't vouch for what's real
Or false on that
This trail of tears we've blacked
So sudden, cool
Morning, slow
Cool morning, so
Sudden, slow
So sudden cool
Morning, slow
Cool morning so
Sudden slow
Cool morning slow
