Lyrics

I seek the storm where frost hits the high reeds me leaping from shore. I sing for the sweat and if my knees can carry moon shine for me yet. I seek the storm you need shelter me not I don't aspire to warmth. We rise up she said see me sound in the half-light this wide-open chest.

She said we die bareheart, hollow, and dry. She wrote that we go in midair. We get old. We use all that is there.

I seek the storm kings may cast me to carry but I got poems in my arms. I'd follow you but your words are just ink and your backbone just glue. I seek the storm see me sound in the half-light these wide-open chords. She asked can you stand it once the snow fell as big and important as planets.

She said we die bareheart, hollow, and dry. She wrote that we go in midair. We get old. We use all that is there.