Cy Twombly by Campfire by The Low Anthem Lyrics

Why would you shake your feathers at me
When the silky firelight's done
A number on our outlines

For a spell you look like Cy
Twombly spills his midnight

Grass and then ?
These hazy hails here there
Slinky, left and drifting
Till men give fire by you

First in every ?
Folding glaze
Topping to partying days
Of the moonshine, I get ?

Inside, inside ?
Botanica, Cy Twombly spill his coffee

Why do you shake your ledgers at me
When the silky firelight's done
A number on our outlines