There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed   They do not wither in the morning light   I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows      Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth lined up in perfect rows   A maze of children feeding orchard trees   Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth   And when you laugh all the star thistles stumble out   The flat lands stretch inside your mouth   And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out      Strong spines of valley hills all overgrown in gold   Look softer than a spool of old silk thread   But if we walked down with our feet   I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin   Oh, if we walked down with our feet   I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin      There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed   They do not wither in the morning light   I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows   I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows