Little Folded Fingers

(专辑： Being Empty : Being Filled - 2018)

She turns over and over again burning, or more glowing in that way.
Lets make a fire she said, and use our lives to fan the flames.
It's a privilege to see it happen with full hands, never still.
On fire she moves with every turning backwards above the ground.
While her husband lays there still pushing memories around.
In all the corners, in every town across the pines.
The ants in east Texas plan their lives in cities below the power lines.

But we won't ever know about that thin wire. Little lightning pieces vibrating electric. It's on that thin wire, we're all enemy, all family.

The sun is making dances up ahead heating up as far as I can see.
Is it this same way everywhere? The way a road can make a wave, right in the middle of it all.
That does that kind of medicine do? will it work the same way every time or next time?
All fingers pointing at the edge. You said to keep making it until some thing makes sense.
It's ok. No it's not, it won't stop moving it's always changing hold on.
How does the future ever get made from what we say? But for action and grace, or the time that we make.
The innocence of that is not insignificant. Out here hunting for the start, but it's just the opposite of that.
Two hearts in the stands near the coast, hold on! Hold on with your hands wherever you go.
No matter where you go inside of you is home.
Build it strong, keep us safe, that's the way, grow it high, in every way, make a home, keep us safe.

But they won't ever know about that thin wire. Little lightning pieces vibrating electric. On that thin wire, we're all enemy, all family.

It's on that thin wire, we're all holding on to. Moving back and forth, vibrating electric in the wind. On that thin wire, little folded fingers, all family.
Swaying back and forth, vibrating electric in the wind. On that thin wire, little folded fingers. On that old wire, we're all enemy, all family.