The Last Bison - Setting Our Tables lyrics

rate me

And our forks and knives

They work with antlers side by side

They're gnawing at the withered pine

Hoping she's the one.

As the red deer relate to

The mooooonth of April,

So do we wait patiently

To set our tables.

Our forks and knives

They work with antlers side by side

They're gnawing at the withered pine

Hoping she's the one.

And my father's bride

Is tearing down the mountain side

And soon the trees will all align

Leaving us with signs.

So cast them later than the older ones

Until September when they all be gone

Fully covered in a velvet skin,

Until they're just like the shrubs

And saplings they defend

As the skin sheds slowly

The mount becomes more stable

And I would climb to redefine

The path if I were able.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And oh, oh, oh, oh

And our forks and knives

They work with antlers side by side

They're gnawing at the withered pine

Hoping she's the one.

And my father's bride

Is tearing down the mountain side

And soon the trees will all align

Leaving us with signs.

So cast them later than the older ones

Until September when they all be gone

Fully covered in a velvet skin,

Until they're just like the shrubs

And saplings they defend! (x2)