Crackagen - Antony & The Johnsons

Pour me, little rivers from my hands

Pool at the bottom of the stairs

My face, all the cities in my eyes

Doves in the skies

Oooh the Crackagen

The rain, water came from fathers eyes

He was made of stone

Glorious, and watch as the curtain came down and wet the hungry rabbits

Flooding the land

My heart, oh the twist of cruel cokeglen (?), to bring me free

Dry eyes by the sun the waters rise

Dirt will crack again

Dirt will crack again