Broken Chairs your body conforms to    Out beyond the quieted garden    You can bring the man form into trust    Through the holes in my everydayness    Lends sustenance where starvation's necessary    Cause my head's a dictionary   Of long spring days and the speech of crows    Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions    In the fallen sun       Where starvation's necessary   Cause my head's a dictionary   Of long spring days and the speech of crows    Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions    In the fallen sun    Who themselves are mirrors of apprehensions    In the fallen sun       Well, alright   You can make it stay   Well, alright   Well, alright   Well, alright   You can make it stay   Well, alright   Alright   Alright   Well, alright   Alright   Alright