song

the soil is a kind of rest
the bed is a tolerable soil
the tolerable claim is laid like mother
mother peels leeks
the sea and the claim help like mother
a bride of sad veiled
kind hands laid on tired groom
i know it's over
i know it's over
over
over
over


nothing ever really begins
so real only no speaking
alone and funny like clever
but alone tonight
so good looking and sleep comes
alone
tonight is alike to all nights
alone
triumph in a charming man
so easy make strength in gentle kind
so east of hate
over
over


love can be real or natural
not for such and you and i
mother the soil is a kind of blanket
mother the soil is a crimping beard
mother the soil fills the teeth between us
falling over my head
mother i feel it now
oh mother
soil as a kind voiced guitar
oh mother
i feel it now