St. Augustine (A Belly Full of Swans) - Califone

Yellow moon deflates, bless the broken wheel

Cold bath and silver rain

A belly full of swans, St. Augustine

Nesting in the rafters

A salted notion’s bride in a brace of shakes

Shot better when your blind

The temperature divides

Fevers grow their own hands

Silver rain, salt and fire

Bullet holes, the light pokes through

Water finds an old diviner

Water finds an old diviner

A belly full of dimes, St. Augustine takes to water sweetly

Indiana plates on Chinese drivers

Hydrant drains the lake, divinity is diced

The temperature divides, the vacant corners take

Shot better when you’re blind again

Silver rain, salt and fire

Bullet holes, the light pokes through

Water finds an old diviner

Water finds an old diviner

Silver rain, salt and fire

Bullet holes, the light pokes through

Water finds an old diviner

Water finds an old diviner