"Deep Clay" lyrics

Those ivories will grind me down to golden dust
Know that you can always lean or chew on me
And may we all smile wide and prosperously

Some of that load, I might lighten up for you
See how much I can fit on my back

The promise of building a home with two bare hands
No one can live there, but it can store those plans
And all that will
And all that hope
And then we can just run wild

Labor is bound by growth
The vines slowly crawl up the walls
A monument to be swallowed whole

A mystery eternal, why nothing connects
Caught it with its eyes glowing and blood on its lips
It holds my will
It holds my hope
So now I'm allowed to hide

The promise kept of a home built with my hands
Nobody lives there, but that's where I store plans
And all my will
And all my hope
But what was it you had in mind?
So what was it you had of mine?

An unquenchable thirst for enough
All fingers in Earth
Dirt under my nails
Dust in my lungs
It is my belief
I can write my way out of whatever this place is