Buried in teeth
Buried in teeth
Buried in teeth
Can't tell if I've got black roots or braids
Growing out of my head
Grandfathers eating our graves
Buried in teeth
Buried in teeth
Buried in teeth
Can't tell if I've got rivers or veins
Running under my skin
Flowing out over the plains
There's trapped antennae
All tangled up with these brains
And the spin of cocoons whispers your names
The crash of molars it sifts us downward
Down past the roll of ancient thunder
Down past the delicate bones of bird's wings
Those that never took the flight of morning
Down past the fossil ferns and antlers
A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under
Down past the stomachs filled with berries
Swallowed down into the gut of centuries
Buried in arms
Buried in arms
Buried in arms
Can't tell if it's your elbows or twine
All wrapped 'round my waist
A tangled mess divine
Buried in arms
Buried in arms
Buried in arms
Can't tell whose triggers are whose
So we'll pull every one
Firing diamonds at boots
The crash of molars it sifts us downward
Down past the roll of ancient thunder
Down past the delicate bones of bird's wings
Those that never took the flight of morning
Down past the fossil ferns and antlers
A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under
Down past the stomachs filled with berries
Swallowed down into the gut of centuries