Here With the Hawk Songtext
von Dead Meadow

The posts that hold the sky bend and sway like reeds in the wind
A cold silver cry, to bring it home again
The road you take home cracks and falls away
While the woodbine climb, while time honors with decay


Here at the top of the world, you′re starving and thin
A cold silver tear, to bring it home again
Alone with the lost and listless talking
Here with the hawk that hunts walking

To bring it on home
To bring it on home
To bring it on home
To bring it on home