3D Milk - Cheatahs

Yawning sun

do you speak for the revenants of

the dying day?

My guide through evening song

recalcitrant, and ossified

Sleep, for the hours

Sleep, for the hours

I cleave to the tower

howling, standing under the

obsidian moon

All of my tears fall away

through chaparral

and earth and stone

to meet the dead

Sleep, for the hours

Sleep, for the hours