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 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 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 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