On a Finely Sewn Sleeve - Frog Eyes

And the loneliest man shall look to his left

Know that his brother holds two buttons left

And smiles to himself, for his shirt still holds three

Buttons on a finely sewn sleeve

And the tea that I drink is tepid, not warm

And the holes in my tent shall reveal some fine storm

And the tent next to me is a sheet tied to a tree

Come on sweet brother, and crawl in with me And he crawled in and slept, almost immediately he slept

Placed to the bonding wraiths, I couldn’t have handled it if he had wept

In the morning seems calm, and we go our separate ways

Carrying the mark of a snake to the end of our days

Whoa the world is a round clump of ice

Floating through space like a ram on a clump of ice

Come on sweet brother, and dance with the shadow

Come on sweet brother, and dance with the shadow

Come on sweet brother, and dance with the shadow

With me, with me, with me, with me With me, with me, with me, oh, oh, with me