Buried in teeth Buried in teeth Buried in teeth Can't tell if I've got black roots or braids Growing out of my head Grandfathers eating our graves
Buried in teeth Buried in teeth Buried in teeth Can't tell if I've got rivers or veins Running under my skin Flowing out over the plains There's trapped antennae All tangled up with these brains And the spin of cocoons whispers your names
The crash of molars it sifts us downward Down past the roll of ancient thunder Down past the delicate bones of bird's wings Those that never took the flight of morning Down past the fossil ferns and antlers A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under Down past the stomachs filled with berries Swallowed down into the gut of centuries
Buried in arms Buried in arms Buried in arms Can't tell if it's your elbows or twine All wrapped 'round my waist A tangled mess divine Buried in arms Buried in arms Buried in arms Can't tell whose triggers are whose So we'll pull every one Firing diamonds at boots
The crash of molars it sifts us downward Down past the roll of ancient thunder Down past the delicate bones of bird's wings Those that never took the flight of morning Down past the fossil ferns and antlers A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under Down past the stomachs filled with berries Swallowed down into the gut of centuries