From the recording Living & Dwelling Double EP (Download)
Boughs of the magnolia low enough
To my hands to call your ancient bluff.
Close your flowers and curl within your leaves.
Sister tells me I can fight indeed.
O, the grass, it flies up past her knees.
Pay no mind, I'm wading in my seas.
Take my hand, we'll climb the hero's tree.
She falls down and down like all the seeds.