I came down over the sleeping mountains where our 
Wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to tear our 
Skin up off from the bottom leaves our ankles bare 
Don't just wander back and forth and leave it 

Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some 
Some ghastly predicament of mine you'll find 
Leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with 
Me all coiled up near the bottom with my chest un-bared 

Obedear [oh but dear] the sky is low 
Gather up it's harm in gauze with grateful arms 
Obedear [oh but dear] the sky is low 
Gather up it's harm in gauze with grateful arms

Oh but dear the sky is low watch 
Fluent sea men rig [bad word] so they'll 
Graze it with their wind arrows 
Tis in the fathoms that-that they [bad word] below-low

Oh my [bad word] back to me, back to me, back to... 
Oh my wrinkles build on me, build on me, build on... 

Obedear [oh but dear] the sky is low 
Gather up it's harm in gauze with grateful arms 
Obedear [oh but dear] the sky is low 
Gather up it's harm in gauze with grateful arms