Six Lyrics

I Would Set Myself On Fire For You Six

A good name pitched into the soil.



Tear the land with the shovel, with the spade, with the
towel, with the hand, and cache this crown in a mount
of wet winter earth.



A sole display for our troubles endured. Neither stone,
nor post, nor flower shall serve or burden the beholder
with ornament or reminder.



And the neighbors do protest, "You'll reap no greater
harvest."



But it's never for the profit of the crop nor the grace
of the garden that I this name commit to a Georgia red
clay ditch.



To shed all supposition and disappointment I sow these
seeds of my desired end.



To be nameless and faceless, oh what a weightless
blessing to receive.



We give ourselves the small attempts to share with you
our souls, but if she doesn't trust anybody I hope no
one ever trusts her again.



Waiting too long to say what you mean and give looks
their intentions.



Compact fire into undesired space will only explode.