Petrichor lyrics

Whistling over the wetland Heavy and tumbling Nearing and humbling Hanging on birds' tongues Look how your hair has grown Ice beneath my feet They know me For the night that I chose Banking strung on your engine Loft in my old skin Banging on tin pins And petrichor post downpour Under your front porch Shadows my old saw Undoes it all Left in your bread bin Blushing like grape skin Paint work is pending Fire is fending Underside leaf art I felt the world start Words that would make heart Drink from a bell jar And petrichor post downpour Under your front porch Shadows my old saw Undoes it all