Druids
We're all soft from toil
Buried in the garden
The four winds now have blown
Did you regard them
Laid to rest in soil
Release your carbon
Sorry about the bones
I beg your pardon
The souls remoteness
Can you, can you place it now
A magnum opus
Will you, will you show me how
The tide approaches
Is this what they talked about
A swarm of locusts
Yawning, they fall out my mouth
Buried in the garden
The four winds now have blown
Did you regard them
Laid to rest in soil
Release your carbon
Sorry about the bones
I beg your pardon
The souls remoteness
Can you, can you place it now
A magnum opus
Will you, will you show me how
The tide approaches
Is this what they talked about
A swarm of locusts
Yawning, they fall out my mouth
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Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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