Текст:
I came down over
The sleepy mountains where
Our wide toes plunged into
The weeping shale to tear our
Skin up off from the bottom
Leaves our ankles bare
Don't just wander back and forth
And leave it
Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some
Some ghastly predicament of mine you'll find
Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with
Me all coiled up near the bottom with my chest un-bared