The Man Who Was A Horse Lyrics

Weight of water, water weight

Plunge my small hands into the stream

Reaching for gold and silver and I

I let out a scream

Hold tight to my butterfly net

Caught me a stickleback

Took him home to show my mother in her bed, she said

Put the poor thing back

Making friends with all the birds

Lined up, lined up in a row

Pink on the horizon, fruit on the wire, flesh on the stone

And I held my hands up to the north and I

I let the cold winds blow

Spoke the words that day that way, that they, they taught me so

And I remember, visiting her

Standing beneath the pylons in the field

She always warned us not to go there in the storm

Or the electricity would kill us all

And I'm back, in that field waiting for the sun, that sun to rise

Hear footsteps coming up fast behind me

Turn to see sweet babies eyes

I could see he was broken

And I, I held him in my arms

What once was fur disappeared to show me skin

Show me lungs

Show me heart

Graze his cheek, peach stubble field

Sweet over bones

It was beautiful and I was so alone

Graze his cheek, peach stubble field

Sweet over bones

It was beautiful and I was so alone

Graze his cheek, peach stubble field

Sweet over bones

It was beautiful and I was so alone

Graze his cheek, peach stubble field

Sweet over bones

It was beautiful and I was so alone