Liturgy Songtext
von Jordaan Mason

You blunt horses
You casper ghosts
Your dust jackets
Creased sheets cold
Auburn wool pockets
Carve blossom boats
Simple sandpaper
Cottered coats

And you became bones
You became bones
You became bones


And my brothers will burst into baskets of orange fruit
And my sister will tame all the beasts she holds high
And my mother will break bricks to weather her windows
And my father will worry until he goes blind

And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river
And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river
And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river
And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river

And I′ll sing sonata, bring the frostbite, bury bones
I'll call Niagara, down the houselights, and stay home

Stop your novels
Catch a cold
Stop your novels
Dig your gold