Logan Bowden - Black Hills Lyrics

A long time thinking
A long time wed
With the darkness that gambles
And pulled out my head

And the steeple bends
To the western land
All smoke in my rafters
Brought to your bed

Stones, stones, stones
Are Studded for you
In the black hills

And babies birthing
Through our rooms
We've thrown on the table
We've carved out the moon

A simple something
To show I'm moved
I was born in your river
I'll wash down to you

Stones, stones, stones
Are Studded for you
In the black hills