this, this is   and this, this is   banjo blues, confused train   track me down   and this, this is   and this, this is   laterns strung on wolves letting out howls   burning leaves, leaving me smoky   and bats hang from   the tired eyes in the hills of holes   to my high heaven      where my twin'll take my hand   where my twin'll drink my vein   where my twin'll drag me down   where my twin'll feel the same   and where my twin'll grab my mane   and ride me wild into that higher heaven      and this, this is   and this, this is   settling down in our heads   but we thought it was rain   now we're fighting the snow   and chewing on these grains   but we still don't know   how to sew our seeds back to the ground      so i'll need my twin to take my hand   need my twin to drink my vein   need my twin to drag me down   need my twin to feel the same   i'll need my twin to grab my mane   and ride me wild into that higher heaven   high, higher heaven   high, higher heaven   high, higher heaven      i want my twin to take my hand   want my twin to drink my vein   want my twin to drag me down   want my twin to feel the same   i want my twin to grab my mane   and ride me wild into that higher heaven      this, this is   and this, this is   banjo blues, confused train   track me down