Lion And Bee de Califone

Beggars breathe all one lung
All one engine choir
Looking lost and left undone by the riverbed sending off winter

Keep in bending it with your promises
Long hands ripening quiet as a cutter's eye

From the heights
The planets curve tide
And bullets harmonize
Ocean claws
Waters teeth traded away
Your soldiers memory

Wet sweet morning come kill a jealous night
Dirt blue lit in a dried out pool
Keep in bending it with your promises
Long hands morning come kill a jealous night