I Am Oak Hearth
The cooing makes a silhouette in my head
There's a distant wailing of sirens
And a squawking of seagulls
Grape, oh grape
Steadily you'll go from grape to raisin
There's an apple in my throat and it won't go
The cooing makes a silhouette in my head
It's the cooing that makes a silhouette in my head
There's a distant wailing of children
And a squawking of neighbors
Grape, oh grape
Steadily you'll go from grape to raisin
There's an apple in my throat and it won't go