Broken Chairs

Broken chairs your body conforms to

Out beyond the quieted garden

You can bring the man form into trust

Through the holes in my everydayness

Lends sustenance where starvation's necessary

'Cause my head's a dictionary

Of long spring days and the speech of crows

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension in the fallen sun

Where starvation's necessary

'Cause my head's a dictionary

Of long spring days and the speech of crows

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension in the fallen sun

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehension in the fallen sun

Well, alright

You can make it stay

Well, alright

Well, alright

Well, alright

You can make it stay

Well, alright

Alright

Alright

Well, alright

Alright

Alright