The sun sets whitely on my daughter's nod
Mostly she's a blossom to herself
The muddy banks of money and the cancer dog concur
She's the one who makes the glaciers melt
Fool moon marches on the antler's hart
Costly as a wig of blood of felt
It's warmer in Ohio than the sky of glue suggests
It's clear, so I don't have to spell it out
Wallflowers for hours in the flood
The flood
Warehouses, rain showers
Now it's mud, it's mud
Cold paint blows across the butter's fat
I'm the one whose skull adorns our shelf
Waiting for the factory of moss to have its turn
Turning spokes of longing into doubt
Wallflowers for hours in the flood
The flood
Warehouses, rain showers
Now it's mud, it's mud
Wallflowers for hours in the flood
The flood
Warehouses, rain showers
Now it's mud, it's mud
Wallflowers for hours in the flood
The flood
Warehouses, rain showers
Now it's mud, it's mud