6. Early morning birds
Here comes another day over the hill
With Big Black Boots on
The wretched hours I lay awake
In nailing down all the mistakes
Have grown into ten thousand trees
The roots in me
A storm is blowing on the hill
All toll it's changing
I build a house of twigs and leaves
With all my savings
Early morning birds
Here comes another day over the hill
With Big Black Boots on
The howling of the universe
Endlessly bleeding
Is leaking thorough the cracks
That run across my ceiling
The sea is in my blood
The sky is in my breathing
The sun is rising from the soil
The moon is weeping
Early morning birds
Here comes another day over the hill
With Big Black Boots on
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