Off The Cuff - Wovenhand

You seek a vision

To get your hardened hearts to beat

I cannot see in this light

I cannot think in this heat

Fingers on glass and a singing horn

The oldest peacock ever born

On the wind come back to me

Close so I can hear it

She is chosen she dances in the creek

He is love he is spirit

I was bitten and woke before the sun

The past keeps coming all hitched up together

Redoubled in a crude mind

One of their number

We bring our best machine

One to hang down from her waist

We bring our best machine

One to wash yourself clean

On the wind come back to me

Close so I can hear it

She is chosen she dances in the creek

He is love yes he is spirit

Our best machine

Out best machine

We bring our best machine