Proclamation Bones

Wind pulls a silent chains
To shake the hillside grass awake
A falcon presses up against
A birch tree in a thin white dress

Every road gonna disappear
The fate of man is still unclear
I think you should come by here
Tonight tonight tonight

Moon, cast your finery
Lilies, stretch your throats neck to see
Flowers like a mess of bones
Blouses open to the soul

Every road gonna disappear
The fate of my heart is unclear
I think you should meet me here
Tonight tonight tonight

Proclamation bones: day leaves me all alone
Night has a secret place, always ripe for a few more days

Move and dishevel me
Wet field, muddy stream
Raise my glass like an insect wing
Come on night spell pass through me

Every road gonna disappear
The fate of man is still unclear
I think you should stay right
Tonight tonight tonight