"Basket Of Eggs (Acoustic)" lyrics
"Basket Of Eggs (Acoustic)"
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself
But the light grows weak under Yggdrasil
A basket of eggs, may you count your days
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath
Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt
You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands
But when you awake, you're in another land
In fields of green, rolling on endlessly
You find a fallen nest where there is no tree
Mark the brown-furred hound tied to the mandrake root
Dare you carve a face in that virtue food
I can tell what you're thinking, I see it everyday
I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way
Sure you want to go walking on a night like this?
Look, there goes another one now, one day they will not miss
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself
But the light grows weak under Yggdrasil
A basket of eggs, may you count your days
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain
Writer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean-paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult
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- Clutch Lyrics
album: "Basket Of Eggs (Blast Tyrant Deluxe Edition Bonus Tracks)" (2011)
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