The Knot
See us
See us
Ah, ah
Run your hands through my soil
Feed your blood through my skull
Ah, fold back my skin
And wash me with oil
Ah
White bird in your mouth
Chewed powder of time
Now, scattered in clouds
Over fields washed with lime
Ah, ah
I am asking you this
What made us?
What made us like this?
Who made us?
Ah
Someday
I will come