Lyrics

Why would you shake your feathers at me When the silky firelight's done A number on our outlines For a spell you look like Cy Twombly spills his midnight Grass and then ? These hazy hails here there Slinky, left and drifting Till men give fire by you First in every ? Folding glaze Topping to partying days Of the moonshine, I get ? Inside, inside ? Botanica, Cy Twombly spill his coffee Why do you shake your ledgers at me When the silky firelight's done A number on our outlines