I came down over the sleeping mountains
Where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to
Tear our skin up out from the bottom
Don't just wander back and forth and leave it
Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some
Some ghastly predicament of mine you'll find
Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with
Me all coiled up near the bottom
Oh, but dear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms
Oh, but dear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms
Watch fluent sea men rig their rudders, so they'll
Graze it with their wind arrows
'Tis in the fathoms that, that they brush below, low
Come back to me, back to me, back to
Build on me, build on me, build on
Oh, but dear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms
Oh, but dear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and Gods with grateful arms