Please take these clothes off me
This thickness is unseemly
And the sunlight is too dark
Don't wake me, I'm sleeping
My head is brim with peach trees
And this crown doesn't fit
Until these acts are these acts and these acts can be done
We'll skim the milk and break our backs and panic none
We break bread, so holy
A silent ceremony
Of wonderful creatures and men
His funeral is done, now
Let's worry and sleep in the old house
And sing til the fever goes down
Until these acts are these acts and these acts can be done
We'll breathe with shallow breaths and hang our heads and hum
Until there is a word in these thousands of words
Until there is a word until there is a word
The illness is everywhere
