Blue
Lisa Mitchell
4:16She is of the Earth and And the stars No words come from her mouth but Her body is loud She is of that Soft, salty, river stuff Bleeding through the continent Down, down like The sacred love she becomes She's more like a tree or a Sugar glider landing on the roof In the dark of night that covers us You can hear the thud She is of the Earth and And the stars No words come from her mouth but Her body is loud But her body is loud Her body