Sunday Noises - Califone

The violins collide

Into a rabbit chase a lost try

Lay easy now in warmer hours

And steal back the century

The open window lets it in

Sunday noises scratch you awake

Our mice and skulls old wives

Projected on the black sand

Thin my blood california

If we ever get to home

Plant myself among the weeds

And pray the violins collide

Into a rabbit chase of careful words

Plant you deep down in the clay