Balls and Pins - Khruangbin

From sand and stone

Level and true

I built my house

On shifting sands

By my hands

A realm on Earth

And from the date

A giant palm

A golden shield

For every man

In time before

We couldn’t stand

We’re the first

And my throne

Is your throne

And the rings

On my hand

Are your gold

And my sun

Is your sun

To the end

And my bones

Are your bones

From the grain

To the sand

To the stone

The crushing wind

The serpent’s tooth

Bury me in

The shifting sands

From my hands

It fell to the ground

A rotten date

Seen in the palm

The golden shield

It weighed us down

A sunken tomb

A phantom town

We’re the last

And my throne

Is your throne

And the rings

On my hand

Are your gold

And my sun

Is your sun

To the end

And my bones

Are your bones

From the grain

To the sand

To the stone

To the stone

To the stone

To the stone

To the stone

To the stone