Lyrics Rime on the Song of Returning - False

Send the mountains,
Shivering like teeth in their view from the backhouse
The emptiness of the breathing forest granting you subsistence
Send the wind, grasping at nakedness,
Bowls of warm water cascading down breasts,
No eyes to create scruples with folds, no sunshine to warm our skin
Send the uncouth cry of my mountain lion,
The prickling fear of skin, caked with dirt, with sex, with
Latency
Your ego dripping around my thighs
Send the darkness, eyes smelling the wooded path,
Hands slipping in and out, feet boiling with blisters in
The rain
If only the rain would wash away your sin, you are sin
Send Caledonia, running towards the fawn,
Fire cascading down her back, she is too late
Her tiny body isn't yet fast enough, the wolf will keep eating it
Send our shameless funeral feast, in our drunken bower
Where we shot the blood from the bear
We couldn't have him eating our apples
The bear hadn't yet learned his lesson like Caledonia
Send the new moon,
The moment when your hand slipped
From mine in the darkness and you howled
And the thickness of the black air enveloped me like a blanket