Clayhill After The Slaughter
After the slaughter
I head true north
To a land of beat out sun
Where trees grow tall
And blue vaults run
After the slaughter
I will break out
I will cross the flooded sane
I'll forget the man I am now
I will breathe clean air again
And when I get to where I am going
I'll follow tracks, tracks out through the grass
The corner fields will give me your name
And you'll be mine
Mine at last.
