An easy swing had it's time shouldered
Slow bending axe
Now it's a photo framed
The swing hasn't had it

And here we are rebuilding roads
Right by roosting towns
It's just like the love
-The one that's never been enough

So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches

And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness

Fred had it wrong, Macy
Honey hadn't burned
Another curve in the counting
Is never served

So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches


Lyrics submitted by slowbendingaxe, edited by rockisgroovy

Brackett, WI Lyrics as written by Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon

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    I don't think that that verse is correct. Of course I could be way off but It sounds:

    and every summer is a hot token to (or -of- which he sometimes sings) the cold, -coin- take of lust. and every autumn singes with the business of sadness.

    and that goes with the next couplet and the underlying motif. ... The curve in the county is never served. Listen to him sing this at Dark was the Night Live or at Sasquatch live and he is singing -coin- to me.

    mrjkon June 12, 2009   Link

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