Notes On Air Paroles

Outside where the light

Coats us in marzipan

In pools of breast milk

I had to bury my daughter today

And I can't think about it too much

You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe

You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe


Strolling through the neighborhood

Clanking steel and discolored

Because you made a truce of rubber

Because you made a truce of rubber

Because you made a truce of rubber

Because you made a truce of rubber

You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe

You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe



Abiding in the unborn is symmetry

And that one is always the refuge

Abiding in the unborn is symmetry

And that one is always the refuge

You see a buck from the sky

Trample a wandering doe