Husk Songtext
von Liz Durrett

There′s a gulf at the edge of the yard
And the husk of a shed and a garden
It's the virus that swells in the grass
It′s the ration that stays with the water


There's a boy with his back to the porch
There's a root and a jar on the floor
It′s the field that is tied to his ankle
It′s the fodder that sticks to the table

There's the ghost of a beast in the woods
And the trace of a shell in the dirt
It′s the path to the place where he lay
It's the look of a crow on the grave