Failing Farm - River Whyless

straining soft curd draws within the muslin cloth we hung to filter

And all the cows died in line stretching the electric fence to the open pasture

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Make love with yourself, the body can’t tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Cradle inside the hay loft, he climbs up the ladder

And all the bats died at once fighting in a burning pile of the boys'

There is a lesson: careless eyes the fruit out from behind the story

And all the kids lost clutching at their bellyaches from the poison berries

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Make love with yourself, the body can’t tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Make love with yourself, the body can’t tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell