A Sun-Coloured Shaker

To splay your fingers
To balance on the toes
To move, as graceful as a willow
To pull the body up
To know what the head knows
To move, in worship of miracles

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
Writing a list of things you would say first
Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
Writing a list of things you would say first

Identify the first steps
Hear them as my own
Have I forgotten how to see you?
To make a sun rise out of rhythm
High up on the shadow
Move as graceful as a deer in its light

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
Writing a list of things you would say first
Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
And writing a list of things you would say first

Sing to weather, weather high
Black cloud
Sing to the heather, heather
Covered in dew
Sing to weather, weather high
Black cloud
Sing to the heather, heather
Covered in dew

Finish off that final tree
Sink its ash into the sea
Empty out that final light
Empty patterns into night

Finish off that final tree
Sink its ash into the sea
Empty out that final light
Empty patterns into night

Finish off that final tree
Sink its ash into the sea
Empty out that final light
Empty patterns into night

Finish off that final tree
Sink its ash into the sea
Empty out that final light
Empty patterns into night

Finish off that final tree
Sink its ash into the sea

To be a river walker
Where the water is old
To be a sun walker
Where the air is cold
Uncertain on the shadow
(Ooh)

Lightning lit up the sunburn
I'm passing through
Never shaped
Pure flowing, as a river
That makes a sun rise out of rhythm
High up on the shadow
Move as graceful as a deer in its light

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
And writing a list of things you would say first
Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
And writing a list of things you would say first