The meadows where our bodies lay
were torn apart by blackberries
we hid & danced, then ran away
when clouds had read our histories
and when the rain restores the life we burnt
I’ll show you God in a handful of dirt.
The meadows where our bodies lay
were torn apart by blackberries
we hid & danced, then ran away
when clouds had read our histories
and when the rain restores the life we burnt
I’ll show you God in a handful of dirt.