Black dirt, Black Leaf Falls, You’re a wolf, Saint Catherine Street
Among the trees and by the river, And here in the sky Lights flash before our eyes
Is that a light Coming through The gray and white?
east, under the church-light, you stand there with your wicked blood and your curls, in your fur and your pearls, and there’s an ember in the rafters, and it’s going to bring this whole thing down,In the neon mist
Turn The Dirt Over:
the window-frame, the field of snow, Turning gold to black, turn the water over, a summer-flame