Lyrics

Please take these clothes off me This thickness is unseemly And the sunlight is too dark Don't wake me, i'm sleeping My head is brim with peach trees And this crown doesn't fit Until these acts are these acts and these acts can be done We'll skim the milk & break our backs & panic none We break bread, so holy A silent ceremony Of wonderful creatures and men His funeral is done, now Let's worry and sleep in the old house And sing til the fever goes down Until these acts are these acts and these acts can be done We'll breathe with shallow breaths & hang our heads & hum Until there is a word in these thousands of words Until there is a word until there is a word The illness is everywhere