Standing Next To The Giants

lyrics: here, I stand next to the giants/they lay on their mountain bed and never say a thing/so I sing/a song into their able hands/about the leaves that are falling off of me/when I was just a plant/I'd look for the places that I couldn't reach/but here/I stand next to these giants/they lay on their mountain bed/and don't even speak/well I know you’ve got those ancient plans/to sleep, and sink into the land/but it’s getting tough/and we're not big enough/they dream, they whimper in their sleep/the grass grows when the giants weep/but they still hold to their hill/it trickles down, that golden reprimand/you left champagne for the bridge hand/but now he can't even build(he’s drunk out of his will)/so here, I sit next to the giants/their tongues are stuck in their ivory teeth/so I sing/a name into each their heads/they move their eyes from their mountain bed/and blink/well I know you’ve got those ancient plans/to sleep, and sink into the land/but it’s getting tough/and we're not big enough (and we’re not)
credits: from Old Pottery, Able Hands, released 17 June 2010
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