The Man Who Was A Horse

Weight of water, water weight Plunge my small hands into the stream Reaching for gold and silver and I I let out a scream Hold tight to my butterfly net Caught me a stickleback Took him home to show my mother in her bed, she said Put the poor thing back Making friends with all the birds Lined up, lined up in a row Pink on the horizon, fruit on the wire, flesh on the stone And I held my hands up to the north and I I let the cold winds blow Spoke the words that day that way, that they, they taught me so And I remember, visiting her Standing beneath the pylons in the field She always warned us not to go there in the storm Or the electricity would kill us all And I'm back, in that field waiting for the sun, that sun to rise Hear footsteps coming up fast behind me Turn to see sweet babies eyes I could see he was broken And I, I held him in my arms What once was fur disappeared to show me skin Show me lungs Show me heart Graze his cheek, peach stubble field Sweet over bones It was beautiful and I was so alone Graze his cheek, peach stubble field Sweet over bones It was beautiful and I was so alone Graze his cheek, peach stubble field Sweet over bones It was beautiful and I was so alone Graze his cheek, peach stubble field Sweet over bones It was beautiful and I was so alone