Her gentle milk was happy just to flow
Know that her tomcats took their licks in turn
Some branches fall to open arms
Some paradises are a prayer too far
God's in the treetop making mockingbirds
If I could choose I would do things right
Teach my dreams to look me in the eye
Sing my heart out into my hand
Shine where light demands
When I lose my feet in my father's shoes
When I take your flesh with my false tooth
When I bend until I break in two
Call me a fool being green
In the leaves of the world, the leaves of the world
The wind blows all the wild away
This house was kind as every hiding place
Bones are the hardest offering to burn
That dog will bark though no one's there
This man went mad breaking his easy chair
Sing me the softest heart I've ever heard
It's only right how this trail goes cold
Moonlight gliding through our empty clothes
Know I'm warm when a cloud rolls by
Rolling right for sky
When I lose my feet in my father's shoes
When I take your flesh with my false tooth
When I bend until I break in two
Call me a fool being green
In the leaves of the world, the leaves of the world
--Sam Beam (Iron and Wine), from Beast Epic (2017)
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