Alone Here (Ballad of Bunches of Things) Songtext
von Hawksley Workman

Oh
A sedge or siege of cranes
Risk their hearts to love again

Oh
A float of crocodiles
Tears that wash away your smile

And I say
That I′m alone here
With the sound of
Conversations neatly placed in tired mouths

Oh
To be a murderer of crows
Hide the blood stains in the snow


Oh
Lamentation gentle swans
The night will cry for you at dawn

*And I say
That I'm alone here
With the sound of
Conversations neatly placed in tired mouths
I′m alone here
I cut my heart off
I'm keeping lists of all the things that I should be scared of*

Oh
And drove a flock of sheep
To where the secrets hardly keep

Oh
A barren span of mules
Trade their hands for broken tools


Oh
Unkindness ravens sing
Whose sorrow songs will bring