Text: Hawksley Workman. Alone Here (Ballad Of Bunches Of Things).

Oh
A sedge or siege of cranes
Risk their hearts to love again

Oh
A float of crocodiles
Tears that wash away your smile

And I say
That I'm alone here
With the sound of
Conversations neatly placed in tired mouths

Oh
To be a murderer of crows
Hide the blood stains in the snow

Oh
Lamentation gentle swans
The night will cry for you at dawn

Oh
And drove a flock of sheep
To where the secrets hardly keep

Oh
A barren span of mules
Trade their hands for broken tools

Oh unkindness ravens sing
Whose sorrow songs will bring