Robert Pollard - Frequent Weaver Who Burns lyrics

Pagan shutters described at shrine dark stems large elephantine serpent seasnake zebra up love and deliver your good speech Of youth and perfect skin skygazing free of sin clipped at the hip peglegged and cracked expressing trivial concern and then I long . I'm the frequent weaver who burns Shaft birth pride of pity going back from country to city come home now to surround you You've no more to learn who do you think you are? I'm the frequent weaver who burns