See The Light - Sparklehorse

Away with golden crows

I know their souls are old

The waves and the thunder’s prose

Within her belly glows

Where the sleeping old bears breathe

I can’t see the light for the trees

I stayed in a lake of fire

My bed was an ancient pyre

The stars a fell into the sea

I can’t see the light for the trees

For the trees

For the trees

For the trees

For the trees