Wild Vine 

Lyrics
Your shirt is drying on a limb
the little light that shies within us both so knows we're blowing smoke
It's an old and dirty joke
This angel walks into a bar and says "I sat upon your star"
A secret face, not unlike these
Wild vine that binds two shying trees
Cold clear water cured my hope
the oldest story ever told
Cold clear water, sink or float
The echo forces me to know
Sonora state route 49, a billboard hocks a ruby mine
We bought a bag of dust, a dime
and not one cut stone could we find
But catches light, this memory mine
there was no absence under sky
It has and always will provide, who am I to so deny it?
Cold clear water cured my hope
the oldest story ever told
Cold clear water, sink or float
The echo forces me to know
Cold clear water whet my thirst
and scrub my tongue of every curse
Cold clear water spring from dirt
other forces are at work
Your shirt is drying on a limb
the little light that shies within us both so knows we're blowing smoke
It's an old and dirty joke

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