Woven Hand Off The Cuff
You seek a vision To get your hardened hearts to beat I cannot see in this light I cannot think in this heat Fingers on glass and a singing horn The oldest peacock ever born On the wind come back to me Close so I can hear it She is chosen she dances in the creek He is love he is spirit I was bitten and woke before the sun The past keeps coming all hitched up together Redoubled in a crude mind One of their number We bring our best machine One to hang down from her waist We bring our best machine One to wash yourself clean On the wind come back to me Close so I can hear it She is chosen she dances in the creek He is love yes he is spirit Our best machine Out best machine We bring our best machine
