Broken Chairs

Broken chairs, your body conforms to

Out beyond the quiet garden

You can bring the man form into trust

Through the holes in my everydayness lends sustenanceWell, where starvation's necessary

'Cause my brain's a dictionary

Of long spring days and the speech of crows

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sunWell, where starvation's necessary

'Cause my head's a dictionary

Of long spring days and the speech of crows

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sun

Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions in the fallen sunWell alright, you can make it stayWell alright, well alright

Well alright, you can make it stayWell alright, alright, alright

Well alright, alright, alright