Kin from Vows by Our Brother The Native
Tracklist
| 3. | Kin | 5:05 |
Lyrics
To be with you, to be with you my dear
I have to make things right.
And though my head is turned to stone,
I can’t believe that it’s just our compression of language into code.
Now I’ll traverse this cascading avalanche.
I’m cursed and buried up to my neck.
Desperately wading through the last of the surface’s light.
At night I’m drifting through the ages,
I lie awake and contemplate your template
I will make these arcane landscapes migrate for you.
A nomadic son
sung from the tongues of the ancient ones
Conscious Constellations hear my cries
aligning the divine and making time, make time.
We're kindred spirits splintered
now we are one, not two bringing ocean’s doom.
There’s no God,
our one true primordial history
is made up of you and me.
So we traced back to the interlacing cracks of our past and we found,
We were hypnotically sobbing as thick as the tar pits that swallowed the elephants.
One last thrust of the newly embalmed tusks in my rib cage as my insides spill out in time.
I lent my name to your lips in moans and cries
And you said it was grand about the mouth.
We're kindred spirits splintered
we are one not two, bringing ocean’s doom.
