Found On the Bodies of Fallen Whales - Boduf Songs

And where we go

No-one knows

To run around

And not come home

A flock of doves

Under the ground

A secret word

A circle formed

We raid your village

We plunder your spoils

A pinnacle

A lost retreat

The humble earth

Far beneath

We fell into

Chasm wide

A circle formed

And pulled inside

We swerve to claim your young

On days like today!