Messing with your hair Messing with your hair Messing with your
Bury me and keep me down with all your deer teeth Until we meet Feel the wings as we’re cradled on a mother swan Until we’re gone To lay sunken in the final ground Slipping through millennia Gripping to our only child and Sleeping till the end of time with a Fox crown in the ground
Messing with your hair Messing with your hair Messing with your
Could I have this final thought See I was hoping for the chance to keep a light on I wanna rest here But I keep
Messing with your hair Messing with your hair Messing with your
With this I take my breath And give it to you with hope
