I cannot think of that song with this music on
And I never want to go
Back to Arkansas
Even if you've gone from there
Even if you've gone
You handled me like an infant skull
And I cradled you like a newborn nightmare
and I always long, long to go back there
straight back down the hallway and up the stairs
to that bed
I asked the deer, could the hunter she hear
come a'creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin
I whispered in her ear so sweet and sincere
but she was already dead a'sleepin
The ground where she lay was red, sour and stained
and I kissed her, kissed her, kissed her before I turned away
and I always want to go back there, straight back, down the path to the place
where she lay
We can close our eyes and cry out to the darkness, there is still this light
in us
There is this fight to be right where we belong
This ribcage, it is a staircase
Climb, climb it to my iris
you can live there, you know who I am
You know who I am
I am your apple
So open up the book and read to me your favorite passage
And know that I will be right here and I will listen
I hear you
And I have heard you
For one thousand years
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