Flood Pt.1-The Acorn

[ti:Flood Pt.1] [ar:The Acorn] [al:Glory Hope Mountain] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Flood Pt.1 - The Acorn [00:10.38]You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep [00:14.75] [00:17.81]Where seven headed serpents hiss soliloquies [00:22.32] [00:25.19]And while picking snails from the river of the valley [00:29.74] [00:32.80]You don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietly [00:37.69] [00:56.31]The rushing river rattle snakes your legs [01:00.36] [01:03.54]And baby boy has got you drinking from the dead [01:07.97] [01:11.00]You lick your lips and paddle for the levee [01:15.37] [01:18.48]The sinking banks are sifting through your teeth [01:22.91] [01:25.79]As you float up see the river skins the valley [01:30.72] [01:33.83]And strips the sleeping sediment of memory [01:38.29] [02:11.95]You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep [02:16.26] [02:19.26]The withered river sputters at your feet [02:23.50] [02:26.87]And all around the sound is slow and muddy [02:31.36] [02:34.42]The sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves [02:38.54] [02:41.73]As you wake up see the river skins the valley [02:46.52] [02:49.58]You'd love to wash this summer from your memory