I Sit On The Ridge At Dusk Lyrics

Dirty Projectors I Sit On The Ridge At Dusk

I sit on the ridge at dusk
As the light leaves the valley by rising

Trees' fingers clutch at it
Vainly sifting the light and dying

So bleed sarcophagi romantically
Replete with dignifying reconstructive makeup

Ga da wuor la trubae lune