This Is Deer Country - Coyote lyrics

You shameless little thing Will falling, ill-favored Leer test yawning at the door Then some year damn plain bugger The storm it speaks What she says to me Howl, coyote Sing a song for me, girl My heart's pounding On my wheels My head is high And the air is sharp You shameless little being Come drown my will Come tempt my jaw Mouth full of feathers Stop your song and steal your heart (ooh-oooh) (?) comes for me From my hands, from my head, and from my mouth I am a mother of precious things, and you, You are a birther of sorrow Come travel the air near the coyote I cut the night, I take your flesh Soft pines and a quiet heart I know no certainity even after (?) have left I'm a rover, I am riding Mouth hanging open, waiting and feeling My head is high and the air is sharp Feathered thing has no hold Over me (ooh-oooh)