Nat Johnson - Now Now, Horse lyrics

Swallowed flies escalate horseward Not now, horse; be saddled or be swept away on a lungful of the cold dawn air, heavy, neighing cloud! Little turnips grow. Leave them alone Do not dig; their enormity is all a myth Let them sleep in earth, like we all must do, when all your dirty dramas are as still as you Sink your withering words without sound in the shallows Let me throw your voice to the nesting sparrows Be silent now – it's almost dark enough to hear all those songs you forgot to love Finish what you've begun, leaving things badly drawn Light arrives from the sun, a billion babies born As, thighbones high, we wade out and out and out and out Until we become nothing… …And are everything, things we've never seen We breathe out at last, we breathe out at last