Biltmora Children by Knife In The Water Lyrics

Light comes on you see you live in the weeds on
Candescent cataract, wherever it leads you
Under willow trees where ashes always blow

They blow the names of relatives into your eyes
Ashes in your vision when you're trying to drive
In the car that always takes you where you don't wanna go

Your brother and sister are eight and ten
You're all out tryin' to make it in the car again
But you can't quite reach the pedal so you take it slow

So peal thе bells and crawl the walls
Coming from the stomach from thе hate of it all
And move it through the marrow and the fat
Give it in while it's still young
Pull its teeth and split its tongue
Let the beautiful waves of motion move like that

Cinders and splinters of the flexible life
The shovel and the candle and the Indian knife
All bend their way toward the glass cascade
Well, three little kids with no bedtime
You hunt and you fish and you eat what you find
And you watch the late-night movie until it fades
Plastic breeze, uneven beats
Batteries and poverty sheets
Well, move it through the marrow and the vein
And take it down to channel one
Give it to the kids who think it ain't gonna come
And tell it to the truth and tell it plain

La (La la la)
La (La la la)
La (La la la)
La la
La (La la la)
La (La la la)
La (La la la)
La la

Sunfish in the belly of a cottonmouth
Call your brother to the water then you cut him out
And blood bait brings the strangeness to the wild

Well, cabin fever, quarantine
Won't explain the things you've seen
And move it through the marrow and the bone
Burn it thorough, burn it clean
Kindling dry and cordwood green
Until the end it is left standing on its own
Goodbye, children
Goodnight
Goodnight