Without a sound
My old hound sleeps in the ground
Under the house
Under the town
An arrow is loud
Shivered and stuck in the mouth
And my heart's an apple - red, round - and you shot it out!
You shot it out!
And what do the shot dream about?
A millpond?
A stillborn?
A house?
Where everything sings out?
My old hound sleeps in the ground
Under the house
Under the town
An arrow is loud
Shivered and stuck in the mouth
And my heart's an apple - red, round - and you shot it out!
You shot it out!
And what do the shot dream about?
A millpond?
A stillborn?
A house?
Where everything sings out?