Hawksley Workman Alone Here (ballad Of Bunches Of Things)
oh
a sedge or siege of cranes
oh, risk their hearts to love again
oh
a float of crocodiles
oh, tears that wash away your smile
and i say
that i'm alone here
with the sound of
conversations neatly placed in tired mouths
oh, i'm alone here.. oh
oh
to be a murderer of crows
oh, hide the bloodstains in the snow
oh
lamentations gentle swans
oh, the night will cry for you at dawn
and i say
that i'm alone here
with the sound of
conversations neatly placed in tired mouths
oh, i'm alone here
i cut my heart off
i'm keeping lists of all the things that i should be
scared of
oh, i'm alone here.. oh
oh
and drove a flock of sheep
oh, to where the secrets hardly keep
oh
a barren span of mules
oh, trade their hands for broken tools
oh
unkindess ravens sing
oh, whose sorrow songs will bring
and i say
that i'm alone here
with the sound of
conversations neatly placed in tired mouths
oh, i'm alone here
i cut my heart off
i'm making lists of all the things that i should be
scared of
with the sound of
conversations neatly placed in tired mouths
oh, i'm alone here.. oh
oh