Lo And Behold - I Am Oak

Lo and behold.

A cloud shaped like a stormy thought that no one saw.

Water at the rise, is water down below.

Sand in your hands mean there’s no where to go.

From on out those snows are black cold, even so you’ll know the back roads.

And the hunger I spoke about hasn’t subsided yet.

No, it’s grown.

Lo and behold.

A cloud shaped like a distant thought, you thought you’d lost.

Water at the rise, means down below.

Sand in your hands mean there’s no where to go.

From on out those snows are black cold, even so you’ll know the back roads.

And the hunger I spoke about hasn’t subsided yet.

No, it’s grown.

And its growing.

It’s hard and there’s arms so close, and the reason we’re not exposed.

And heart when it moves it moves so loudly.