Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Before a record of a sunset
After the fires before the Celeste
Had keyed and rung her shimmy two-step
And from the mountain sprung the forest
Spirit wings for flight is all wound
Language from a lip yet unfound
The hour drowned, the leaves have sped their rounds
Before the boarders ever knew ground
I keep on falling down
Keep on falling down
Keep on falling down
Solo in crept to infect
As they wept and slept, then ingest
Things that men prefer to forget
Then peer into a glass of reflect
Am I seen to all my dead kin?
When death floats near, are they the ones
Who shout in my ear?
Confederate river ghosts come lie down
Inhale the earth's breath, that's your bed now
You're of hummingbird and quasar
The cannonball has flown its arc now
To be found by the plow
Years from now
Keep on falling down