Me and my button eyes,
cotton sighs,
stand conquered at the stairs.
To climb up would be unwise,
but I do it anyway,
like a hero of clay.
I can’t read the words.
I can’t tell time.
I ain’t never known my soul
but I can still do what’s right.
Left my sins on the edge of a blade,
like a hero of clay.
I was a hero of clay.
They were all just distant days.
Yes, and I will see it all again someday.
Found my sword in an apple,
stole my shield from The Book.
I hadn’t grown my own eyes when first took a look.
You wrote every page for me,
like a hero of clay.
When the clocks were a lie,
and the eagles all were doves.
and nothing existed, and it all just was.
With the fire still alive,
burning in the shed,
when it’s cold as cold outside.
Like the flame in the forest,
come a-bringing me down.
Need a hero to save me,
There ain’t no one around.
Oh, when you feel this alone,
when you can’t be that brave,
just be what they made you,
a hero of clay.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston