You Are A Great Beast Lyrics

It began at Christmas when all was wet
a sadness like a moth, like a moth
a quiet sadness fanned your face
a quiet sadness fanned your face

at home in the brilliant cold: a shifting, a casting away,
a cleaning and re-choosing what wasn't thrown out
re-choosing what wasn't thrown out

at home in the cold tropics, writing your magnum opus,
if you could build, it'd be your Stoddard Temple
your Stoddard Temple

And with every chord it dropped away a little
with every chord your eyes cleared a little
now, on the cusp of spring, earthquakes rumbling
you see the river and the sky
you see the river and the sky
and reclaim them as yours, not ours.

you are a great beast, waking, stretching,
testing old scars and new scabs
smelling the sunny air
smelling the sunny air and feeling hungry