Oh, night set on when I fell down
In the corner of the field
Cuckoo, I too sang,
Spit the blood of welling thougohts

Waking with a hundred grains
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs
I could not face you

Since I don't know my father,
I won't be a son
In morning when words rise up
Like the echo of a stone axe,
Some demon in me wants to rise up
And walk away

When I am alone in the day
At night when I am going without clothes
I see your knees where I would sit,
The purple chair,
Golden trim hedged 'round

I hid myself underneath my father
With the robes of a son
In the morning when words rose up
Like the echo of a stone axe
Some demon in me crawled out
And ran away

I remember when I took the gifts
Asking you for everything,
Throw your name in the well
I sink, and sink