Description
There’s a crack in the altar
Pale light through the break
Like crooked teeth
And I couldn’t fault her
Knowing what was at stake
But nothing of underneath
And the hills move like lungs
The river speaks in tongues
And I am not alone
Naked Shenandoah
Shaking me down
Banks lined with foam
And I saw you trembling
All wrapped up in a towel
Afraid to go home
And the sky frozen-black
Covered my wayward tracks
As I left to get stoned
The sap of recollection
Bleeds through the grain
And hardens the soil
Flights of temporal affection
Poison the vein
And loosen the coils
And if I could find a use
For things I cannot help but do
I might one day atone
I’m coming down from your mountain
Gonna kick in my own door
Regain my native sight
Shed these worries unfounded
I’ll leave em’ there on the floor
In the blue television light
And the wolves are closing in
The blood runs cold and thin
And the moon shines bright as bone
And the hills move like lungs
The river speaks in tongues
And I am not alone
