Joanna Newsom Follow

Mes amis, we are restless thingsLittle seaweed are
swaddlingAnd you call upon the duskOf the musk of
the squidShot full of ink, until you sinkInto your
cribShow me the houseUpon the hillWhere
you were livingFireplace was stokedThe cupboard
stockedFull of provisionAnd the grandfather clockUpon the wallTold us the timeAnd then came a
soundLove had to drownLove, were you dying?Oh was the fire moved awayFire moved away son?Why
whould you sayI was the last one?Scrub your
knee, there's only skinMakes a sound of violinsAnd you call upon the duskOf the musk of the squidShot full of ink until you sinkInto your cribShow me the houseUpon the hillWhere you were
livingFireplace was stokedThe cupboard stockedFull of provisionsAnd the grandfather clockUpon
the wallTold us the timeAnd then came a soundLove had to countOn you dyingOh was the fire
moved away?Fire, it moves away, sonOh, why would you
sayI was the last one?MilkymoonAll my bones
they are gone, gone, goneAll my bones they are gone, gone,
goneAll my bones they are gone, gone, gone