Where is the bow-string made of your hair
Where are my legs taking me and when
Will I hear the horse sing again
Where are your arms oak-tree swing
Who last undressed your house shutters
Did you paint them are you playing still
On the gravel Are you shining your feet
Where are you taking me yourself.
A country of wilderberries and bows
Made of your hair Where’s your heart
Broken bones I gravel-ate my way to you
Breaking the shutters open I am a body too
And burst to last undress the horse
From the last ride you’ve taken Are you playing
Still where are my legs Did you paint
Yourself Your arms A body too Oak tree.