Let the mother breathe you down
All the spirits swirling away
Hard to tell the form that they
Does it know what you’ll do
Woman, man and the battles at night
See that smoke hell if I care
To write all my lost brothers
So they reach you somewhere
Said the little one to the bad ways
Let the fight be for another day
Dare to write all my lost brothers
So they reach you somewhere
Said the little one to the bad ways
Let the fight be for another day
And i though that my mind was folding in
And I hoped that it wasn’t the rain
And he spoke of holy rollers, how they glide across the hall
And he pictured them in carousels when they were two feet tall
And he wakes up in the eye of the watchmakers dirty glass
And he swims for all the decoys and the lives that they pass
Said the little one to the bad ways
Let the fight be for another day
Said the little one to the bad ways
Let the fight be for another day