Lyrics Bur Oak - Bowerbirds

Bur Oak

The room calls to me, says we’re all strung out
And the beat we both stomp on the floor
While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly
These are the hymns that today we’ve ignored
And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains:
A wind so loud that we might never mention
And here’s to my lover’s hands and feet
They are the roots that will weave through the floor
And down in the dirt, in her wandering
Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words
He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience
And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
The candle’s light dances across the table
And will burn at the tip of my pen
And lures all the moths into the kitchen
To spin tales and bend truths through the evening
And scribe for them their stories;
we scribe for them their stories
While they wax and wax of their lives in the country
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern