Walking In The Dark - Throwing Muses

I can’t forget a dream

You own a question, it’s a body

You can make me cry

You have a right

I can see you live

I can’t forget you die

You own a question, it’s a garden

You can, you can can

Where’d you go?

Where’d you

Boxing, writhing, twist and burrow

Walking in the dark

A hunter, runner

Walking, picking up the sticks

I had a dream, I had a dream

Rub the peers away, they dont invade me

I just turned 35

A round-bottomed beaker

I could glow, I could glow

And swell

I could wail, oh

Turn black

Turn back

Ride and forget

My ghost of seasons past asked this bedroom what to say

It said stay

I have to sleep tangled in my family’s hair

Build a house of sticks

And grow the grass

And build a mask

Pull the grapes

Turn black

Turn back

I can’t say it

Till you grow a face

Walking in the dark