Rice Scars

Soft dreams are dragging me down in the mound
Birdsong is early each spring
When the gloss dries on the decade
We’ll be long far gone
(Harmonizing with Edith Frost)
Step in the light like you’ve never been born
Feeling the graze of the tongs
Quails eggs in an air raid
And belong belong belong to none
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
(Edith Frost only)
Soft dreams are dragging me down in the mound
Birdsong is early each spring
When the gloss dries on the decade
We’ll be long be long be long far gone
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la