Days of Clay

English translation

It was a way to make sense of it all When it ends, it falls, make me feel okay And there's times where it feels like the past But I can't make sense of it all anyway And in the trenches, I see hands

Clawing away to the days of clay Under my fingernails, it rests

Wedged in tight, the dirt of the past Oh, in the trenches, I see hands

Clawing away to the days of clay Under my fingernails, it rests

Wedged in tight

And the sun sets

Stretched out scenery composed of patchwork greenery Not unlike a baby's blanket

The landscape falls asleep slow Keeping the secrets of the centuries and with it, we lie We'll let the waters run clear

To us, we are mountains now

We are mountains now

It was a way to make sense of it all When it ends, it falls, make me feel okay And there's times when it feels like the past But I can't make sense of it all anyway And in the trenches, I see hands

Clawing away to the days of clay Under my fingernails, it rests

Wedged in tight

When did we get so bleak?

There's a knife stuck in an apple somewhere

And a doctor wringing his hands, add insult to injury

Counting seeds when they land It's been a long day dreaming and a cold night's sleep

Like a fly on the wall, like a dog on a leash

Like a fly on the wall, like a dog on a leash

When did we get so bleak?

Hey, it's me again. I caught your voicemail.

I've dialed your number several times and I haven't heard anything, but I'll pick up the phone again.

I'm not giving up on you again

How's your mom these days?

You told me she was suffering from that thing I don't remember.

The doctors were confused. They told me that lizards would grow new limbs.

Anyway

Don't you think it's comforting how some things will always remain the same?

The cats need to be fed.

You'll turn the record over.

I'll bring the bread.

My pepper plant has finally started sprouting.

I started a new quest yesterday.

I may come over later if you'll have me

I thought I saw you down at the truck stop yesterday, but it was a pole with a white plastic bag stuck on it.

I guess I'm seeing things I want to 'cause I'm not hearing anything.

Anyway, call me later

And even though the children in the paintings won't stop crying,

I'll pick up the phone again.

I'll pick up the phone again.

-Please pick up -I'll be back -Please pick up -Talk to you later -I'll pick up the phone again -Maybe we can hang out tomorrow

I'll have to pick up again

I'll talk to you later

Call me

Lord, call me back -Please pick up -Pick up the phone

Please pick up.

Please