Buttered Lyrics

Red Red Meat Buttered

buttered and confessed, every strayleft behind the
wheel(?), change your mind
holy waters low tide
in between bored and sin
reeds and twine, heel and rose
always mine
shallow tide, crooked time
falling sickness faked, unkind
down to your sore lip, shallow

holy waters low tide
another fixture waiting(?)
badly grazed
almundine, every stray
badly bent, would forgive
a crooked time
reeds and twine, heel and rose
always mine
badly grazed, would forgive
a crooked time