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