The Last Bison
Текст песни Setting Our Tables

And our forks and knives
They work with antlers side by side
They're gnawing at the withered pine
Hoping she's the one.

As the red deer relate to
The mooooonth of April,
So do we wait patiently
To set our tables.

Our forks and knives
They work with antlers side by side
They're gnawing at the withered pine
Hoping she's the one.
And my father's bride
Is tearing down the mountain side
And soon the trees will all align
Leaving us with signs.

So cast them later than the older ones
Until September when they all be gone
Fully covered in a velvet skin,
Until they're just like the shrubs
And saplings they defend


As the skin sheds slowly
The mount becomes more stable
And I would climb to redefine
The path if I were able.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And oh, oh, oh, oh

And our forks and knives
They work with antlers side by side
They're gnawing at the withered pine
Hoping she's the one.
And my father's bride
Is tearing down the mountain side
And soon the trees will all align
Leaving us with signs.

So cast them later than the older ones
Until September when they all be gone
Fully covered in a velvet skin,
Until they're just like the shrubs
And saplings they defend! (x2)