spring

Lyrics

the wind is pushing the clouds along, out of sight, a power is putting them away, a power that moves things neurotically, like a widow with a rosary, everything is awing and tired of praise, mountains don't need my accolades, spring looks bad lately anyway, like death warmed over, and the bantam is preening madly, waiting for the light of day, and all i want to do, is to make love, to you, with a careless mind, with a careless, careless, who care's what's mine?, we call it spring though things are dying, connected to the land like a severed hand, i see our house on a hill on a clear blue morning, when i am out walking my eyes are still forming, the door i walk through and i see, the true spring is in you, the true spring is in you, my wide worlds collide, and mind-wide words collide, and seasons kaleidoscoping, and all i want to do, all i want to do, is to make love, to you, in the fertile dirt, in the fertile dirt, with a careless mind