[00:34.74]Tiny darling ghost holder[00:39.90]Tiny darling ghost holder[00:45.15]You our soft spirit breather[00:50.31]You our bark skinned weaver[00:55.11]Remember you could weep fire[01:05.40]Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes[01:08.82]With wild eyes, ooo with those wild eyes[01:25.29]If you ring your cells like bells in a garden that[01:29.79]You plant your burdens way deep down in[01:37.47]And water them daily from wells of salty[01:38.49]Guilt for sons who polinate the deadly[01:56.67]That wild eye, ooo that wild eye[01:57.18]Pape my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser[02:21.21]Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser[02:26.94]Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouth ghost dancer[02:32.16]Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner[02:37.29]Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers[02:42.45]Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers[02:47.52]Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers[02:59.19]And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes[03:09.33]So I will ring my cells like bells as you[03:23.64]Bind your father's molecules with roots of silver[03:31.83]Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers[03:40.80]Picking bloody flowers[03:51.15]His wild eyes, ooo his wild eyes[03:52.53]Pape my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser[04:11.82]Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser[04:16.98]Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouth ghost dancer[04:22.17]Mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner[04:27.27]Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers[04:32.49]Mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers[04:37.62]Mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlers[04:54.15]And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes[05:52.77]Tiny green moss collector[05:57.78]Sweet tiny green moss collector[06:02.82]Remember you could catch fire[06:07.95]Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes[06:18.03]With wild eyes, ooo with those wild eyes[06:31.47]And once the river is rolling lower[06:38.52]We'll father lichen from the boulders[06:52.26]We'll keep it dry inside out lockets[06:58.80]We'll put this down into our pockets[07:08.10]We'll try...[07:08.28]To leave the branch arms behind[07:13.86]The swaying hands of pines[07:15.57]Their needles tugging at your skin[07:24.06]Trying to pull you back deep in their wooden womb[07:26.97]Of a hundred hearts hanging, suspended, moth-eaten[07:36.48]Those muscles the size of your fist[07:41.88]All floating around your head[07:50.82]Not knowing who they're a loving[07:52.08]Not knowing how fast they're a pumping[07:57.33]Not knowing how hard they're a beating[08:02.37]Not knowing who they're a punching[08:03.00]Those muscles the size of your fist[08:19.86]All floating around your head[08:21.33]And throwing punches like we throw the stones to[08:34.65]The bottom of river beds[08:35.22]Who knows whose next?[08:35.58]To watch from under the currents[08:41.70]The rapids rapidly raging while rapid[08:46.59]While we're rapidly blinking our wild[09:04.59]Our wild eyes