Lyrics of Clothed in roots and fire

What rounds a hard day
As if the slow knife
Pops suddenly
An innocent skin

A hushed wincing
Shame of what falls
Shadow & burning truths

A genuine turn
Of grief
Cut in a boat
Untethered

Does it matter
To the far shore
The press of a foot

Clothed in roots and fire
Clothed in roots and fire

When the dead are buried
& their ghosts sleep
In stars

The light still bends at the stone
& sorrow grinds

The price of blooms
How she
Carries the question we cannot bear

Clothed in roots and fire
Clothed in roots and fire

Fire