Snowblink

What'd you grow those antlers for? What'd you grow those antlers for? Some days we fight them. Some days we fell them. Held tight as a weathervane rooting a rooftile or let loose as a leaf from a pile. Some days we fight them. Some days we fell them.

One little breeze as quiet as a hiveful of tired bees, one little breeze. One little word as soft as the breast of a hummingbird, one little word. Oh oh oh One little song sung oft as a moth moving towards a light left on. Oh oh oh One little tremor

When I'm twenty-two, when it's two-thousand-four, when you're twenty-four, meet me Big Sur. You dress in denim from your neck to your knees and you turn your back to the bossy breeze and a plane goes by silenced by riptide. Sea salty-watering me. Whe