Laura Veirs - Fire snakes

Mermaids Shimmer in the waves Wanted to share a word Course they only waved Left me alone With the blood in my mouth To paw and to pray To tear at the fray for a thundercloud To dress up your wounds Wash off the salt Freshen the blooms At your sea-rusted altar Calderas edge Well hold hands and wait Mudflows are greyhounds Exploding from gates With hot ash and hot rocks Theyll crash and theyll mosh Till the trees are all flat And we all collapse from the chase Then Ill dress up your wounds Wash off the salt Freshen the blooms At your mud-crusted altar