Lyrics

There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing mouse confound his vision; then they loosen it. Henry widens. How did Henry House himself ever come here? Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent when loth at landfall soft I leave. The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe, shout commands I never heard. They march about, dying & absurd. Toddlers are taking over. O ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge on a weary-daring man. What now can be cleared up? from the Yard the visitors urge. Belle thro' the graves in a blast of sun to the kirk moves the youngest witch. Watch.