Jakob Dylan - Standing Eight Count lyrics

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<b>Standing Eight Count</b> by <i>Jakob Dylan</i><br />In which direction are we going?

How many runaways are we stowing?

Over the black sea with your arm around me

In whose honor have we gone missing?

I am too hungry to imagine

A different ending to this famine

In building chaos of calenders and clocks

I missed a marked and I got us lost

It's standing eight count

Out on the dark and shoreless waters

Comrade do you think we'll go under?

On which horizon is my lover waking up?

You pass this bottle and then I think too much

Lean your body up against me

Make believe that you still want me

The swell of white caps and a silver streak of light

Here on the bowline we pay clearly for our size

It's standing eight count

Lessons will come but wisdom will wait

And whenever it does it's too late

What good are we now?

With our backs on the ground

Our faces both bloodied and bowed

When we ought to know better by now

The flat and troubled shapeless earth

It stretches futher then you've heard

No love like our love, none older, none as cursed

You hurt the ones you love and we wouldn't do

much worse

How many fingers am I showing?

How many tears are you withholding?

Beads of sweat pouring in our eyes

If it were blood we wouldn't know it

It's standing eight count