Sinkhole Paroles

Like friends I've let hang in the wind
Hear them rattle on each other, wish I had an older brother to intone
Some night music that gets in my bo-bo-bo-bones
To remove every trace of the places I've kno-kno-kno-known

Some days I feel like a well-received tourist.
Some days a guest that just won't leave
One day an acre of trees, then a little grown leaf
If you strobe in between you see no change
But in an elemental way, they're not the same

One could argue there's some growth in decay
But that's a cruel way to be kind,
A lever for the weak of mind to tip big stones
Into the vacuum of being a-lo-lo-lo-lone
To warm up the hearth of a place that's no ho-ho-ho-home

Oh, what a load what heavy lifting?
That light through cracks from ground that's shifting I've always felt that life's a sinkhole
Smothering each day I get to give
But the older I get the more it feels like the American West
Something empty and clean, new as an egg
Now filled with great mountainous things
that I've made