Holding hands bedside
He turns over and cries
Cold and wet is his head from his disguise

Letting himself out he goes on about
We were born with a notion of lies 

Cast thee back to the ancient seas
We float along and find 
Mutations in the brine 

And callous in the eyes 
In all of the flies
Mycelium grows high

Laying in the grass we see
Lady bugs spotted with red
Rising up from their Devonian beds
To follow God’s design 

Closing his car door to a knock on the floor
Baby girl rising from her bed
With nerves in her spine

Chorale No.1 (featuring Katya Powder)

Harvest Courtship