Re:Stacks

This my excavation and to
Day is Qumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down, two
Hundred at a time
And it's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks of your load
In the back in the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks, you're unstacking your load

Well I've been twisting to the sun
I needed to replace
Ah
And the fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground

Ah

There's a black crow sitting across from me
His wiry legs are crossed
Ah
He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks of your load
In the back in the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks, you're unstacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man
Or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me