Diamond shot eyes Clicking in time See through the narrow spaces and lines Perilous times salted and brined Sealed up in barrels packed up in pine
And did he tell you the story Of the glorious glory That can never be touched or felt But we believe to be true
Sparrows entwine shrouded in vines Have replaced the marrow And straighted the spine A horse shot with iron Stamps just behind A forehead thats furrowed A face wrecked by time