I wanna go back, back to that crag.
I wanna feel bad, I want to see smoke rise.
What would I do? If flames improved my eyesight?
How would I look? If I appeared bathed in moonlight?
So I’ll strap antlers to my head
and I’ll attach wild dog-hands.
I’ll make the woods walkable,
I’ll make the woods walkable.
So I said burn the side open
‘cause I wanna feel again.
I don’t wanna be attractive,
I don’t wanna be attractive.
So I’ll strap antlers to my head
and I’ll attract wild dog packs.
I’ll make the woods walkable.
I’ll make the woods walkable.
(whistling)
I know that I don’t love you too, too.
I know that I don’t love you too, too.
So, I’ll probably die sad.
I’ll probably do it by my hand.
I wanted attention,
I wanted affection too.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter