Antlers from Darling Darkness by Beerjacket

Put your hands to my head to make antlers
I refuse to shed you to the winter
I will glue you to me, we will battle the freeze
You won't trouble us, December.
Shoot the dearest among us for leisure
And hang our poor heads as your treasure
I will pull you from tree, I'll bring you to your knees
You won't topple us for our tower.

Lay your weight upon me
Your lungs make me breathe
My back is built for breaking
Slave to what makes me free
Lay your weight upon me.

Your foot to my heart is affection
Wholly the most divine intervention
You walk upon me like a bridge to belief
To carry yourself on the ocean
Put your faith in the flux of the future
Hang as a cross on a rear view mirror
You'll walk upon seas, make a rock out of me
I'll hurry my way to your labour.

Lay your weight upon me
Your lungs make me breathe
My back is built for breaking
Slave to what makes me free
Lay your weight upon me.
Lay your weight upon me
Your lungs make me breathe
My back is built for breaking
Slave to what makes me free
Lay your weight upon me.

Dear, I believe
Dear, I believe in you, dear.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• folk
• indie
• indie-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow