After The Slaughter - Clayhill

After the slaughter

I head true north

To a land of beat out sun

Where trees grow tall

And blue vaults run

After the slaughter

I will break out

I will cross the flooded sane

I’ll forget the man I am now

I will breathe clean air again

And when I get to where I am going

I’ll follow tracks, tracks out through the grass

The corner fields will give me your name

And you’ll be mine

Mine at last.