Last Leaves of Gold Video (MV)

Slipping clay poured out
Brittle in the air already in its shape
The petals first
Layer on layer
Water designs darkening the clay
Only moments before it fades
Clay clay
I'm already poured into this shape
Over there
The lady is by the open flame
Lady ley lady
Pour another jar out
Out another jar, out another jar
I'm lying down awake
Hearing the house guests stir
And the heat creak in the old bones
And the day angles
To light up the last leaves of gold
And the day angles the sun
To light up the last leaves of gold
The knowing unknowing
And the knowing unknowing
And the light and the last leaves of gold
Acres in me
The river rolls away
Light up the last leaves of gold
Lighting, light up the last leaves of gold
Light up the last leaves of gold
Trying to write
The rising wind
Unease
Cold cold cold
Heat like a plucked string
Splintery floor
Kettle on steam
The knowing unknowing
And then the knowing unknowing
And the light and the last leaves of gold
Papers churn
Letters fade away
Letters to me
Fade away
I'm already poured into this shape
From your brush
Willows spill
Onto the page
Already in this shape
Lady lady lady
Lead us from your brush
Lead us through the water thread
And pulling me away
Take the hand and pull it from the page
Overnight
I'm lying down awake
Hearing the house guests stir
And the heat creak in the old bones
And the day angles the sun
To light up the last leaves of gold
And the day angles the sun
To light up the last leaves of gold
Trying to write
The rising wind
Unease
Cold cold cold
Heat like a plucked string
Splintery floor
Trying to write
The rising wind
Unease
Cold cold cold