Vic Chesnutt - Strange Language lyrics

Up on the bluffwhere I wish I wastwisting up the pages of history

My cold feet danglingmy bony arms gesturingto summon up a little chunk of that history

In the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language

Up on the bluffwhere the hardwoods jutout toward the gusts of history

My crusty mind cracksmy restless heart tracksthe fractal lines of history

In the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language