Cuckoo Spitting Blood

Oh, night set on when I fell down In the corner of the field Cuckoo, I too sang Spit the blood of welling thougohts Waking with a hundred grains Salt stains ringing 'round my legs I could not face you Since I don't know my father I won't be a son In morning when words rise up Like the echo of a stone axe Some demon in me wants to rise up And walk away When I am alone in the day At night when I am going without clothes I see your knees where I would sit The purple chair Golden trim hedged 'round I hid myself underneath my father With the robes of a son In the morning when words rose up Like the echo of a stone axe Some demon in me crawled out And ran away I remember when I took the gifts Asking you for everything Throw your name in the well I sink, and sink Sink