Dry Grass and Shadows - Alela Diane

There are things that I’ve seen in my head

While I’m sleeping in bed

Do not wither in the morning light

I’m taken back

O I’m taken back

To the dry grass and the shadows

Thinking I’d like to look at your teeth

Lined up in perfect rows

A maze of childrens' feet in orchard trees

Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth

And when you laugh all the star thistles stumble out

The flat lands stretch inside your mouth

And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out

Strong spines of valley hills

All overgrown in gold

Look softer than a spool of old silk thread

But if we walked down with our feet

I’d be pullin' spines and barbs and fox-tails from your skin

O if we walked down with our feet

I’d be pullin' spines and barbs and fox-tails from your skin

There are things that I’ve seen in my head

While I’m sleeping in bed

Do not wither in the morning light

I’m taken back

O I’m taken back

To the dry grass and the shadows