Wishbone

Sasha Siem

Mother mother, the lifeless are living,
The dead are still dying inside of you
Mother mother, the wounded are willing,
To wish on your bones if you'll let them

Let the dead die, don't lie down beside them
Let the dead die, you've denied life for so long
So long for spring for spring is thickening
And I am thin under your hand

Mother mother, the ancient are ageless
The children to come are contained in you
Mother mother, Turn blood into milk,
Air into song, Stone to crystal

Let the dead die, don't lie down beside them
Let the bed die, you've denied life for so long
So long for spring for spring is thickening
And I am thin under your hand

Rest in peace, released from wanting
Rest in peace, released from wandering

Let the dead die, don't lie down beside them
Let the dead die, you've denied life for so long
So long for spring for spring is thickening
And I am thin under your hand

Let the dead die, dive into life
Stand up feel spring in your soul in the soles of your feet
Stand up with you heels on the earth, hear the hearth, heal the earth
Heal the hearth, Heal the earth

Turn body to worship
Make a home of your bones
Heal the hearth, Heal the earth

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