A metal man is ploughing my field
The leaves they are in laughter
A giddy haze has come to me
As I lead my donkey to water
Sits a sentinel, sticky and bound
Watching our disaster
She says to me, "What have you found
That you're happy to leave for the after?"
Sentinel of seas, keeper of the trees
Whisperer of the earth and divide
Precious moments that pa**ed us by
Will collide with a vengeance
"What better dreams and subtler seams
What gentleness, what fervour?
What temple to love could you build with your greed
That you're happy to leave for the after?"
The donkey shivers and snorts impatient
Her voice lost in the halter
"I build houses of straw to burn in me
And carve only ash for my altar
Dreams among insects, ripples and gold
Contagion to addle the sleeper
When the time it comes to suffer my bones
What haven't I left for the after?"
Sentinel of seas, keeper of the trees
Whisperer of the earth and divide
Precious moments that pa**ed us by
Will collide with a vengeance
Precious moments will collide
Will collide
Will collide
"What better dreams and subtler seams
What gentleness, what fervour?
What temple to love could you build with your greed
That you're happy to leave for the after?"