Foot Ox
The Untrained Ear
To the untrained ear
It's hard to hear
But everything's becoming clear for me
And what I want it to be

And underneath that snow
Our chicken wire
It'll help, build, grow into a fire
Where letters burn
But we memorized the content already
And those lessons are learned

Now the storm's rattling all the windows
"Where the Red Fern Grows" is open
On the kitchen table

Strange-ish angles hover around your head
And swirl around your post at the end of your bed
And crash into the wall
Can you feel them crawling?

Somewhere where your eyes can't go
They're fragile as a paper crane