Acorns

from Old Factory by Chris Bathgate

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lyrics

Acorns fall like bullets around my head;
the slowest rain I ever heard: drops of holy lead.
It's what I sought, it's the common knot.

Acorns fall like everything you said:
commonplace and in descent, thoughts the wood had shed,
the sleeping heart of the summer dark.

Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.

Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.

Could be a pistol held to your marrow,
some molecular breakdown
that's always been passed down.
It could be a hollow heart foreign arrow;.
Sings its way to you, sings its way through you.

Acorns fall like bullets around my head.
The slowest thought I ever had repeated in the grass.
It's what i sought. It's the common knot.

Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.

Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.