Blue Smoke, Red Clay Lyrics

There was blue smoke

Rising up and over your head

As you spoke in tones

Of gray as stone

Can we talk, love

On an island in of the moment

When we stood above

The thieves' encampment in the cave

Down by the bay

In a wordless, still embrace

The more, the rush

The core, the crush

Like clay we're spun

Into forms of what

The Maker molds the shape of us

I said it's all straw

Just some threads upon

The walking way

Engraved

We didn't have a chance to save

So carefully paced and staid

Now I'm immersed

In the convalescent turn

Of tide

Your hands

They hold

My body nigh

So near to the incandescent light

Off the rolling fields you cried!

The more, the rush

The core, the crush

Like clay we're spun

Into forms of what

The Maker molds the shape of us

To the earth

To the earth

From morning

Until dusk

To dust

We shall return into

The earth

From morning

Until dusk

To dust

We shall return into

The earth