Grains (Sweet Paulownia Wood) (David Sylvian remodel)

I sit besides his bed
Brushing the weather from his hands
If I'm no longer making sense
I no longer think I can
There was snowfall in New York City
Earthquakes down below
Dappled sunlight in vineyards
Where nothing ever grows

Take the earth out of his mouth
And the boot from off his chest
There is nothing more to ask of him
He done better than his best

Mark the day he was born between kin and bone
Between silken and flesh
On sweet paulownia wood, she found the tone
His body did the rest
She'd dust the strings with cocaine
Rubbed her finger on his lips
"Come on, tell me what you see, child
And I'll leave you with a kiss"
("Mother")

Put a crown upon his head, please
Yes, let's anoint the one
Celebrate his place in history
Come sing along

They placed their fingers on his spine
T-9 and 2
Bite down upon the metal, boy
My colored confetti drifts for you

Place a crown upon his head
Count the days

(Four)
(Again)