Pan over the hill

I came apart way up high
Splattered on the film of sky
Warm sun on my flapping face
Sweeping for a trail or a trace
I came apart way up high
Splattered on the film of sky
Warm sun on my flapping face
Sweeping for a trail or a trace
A pan over the hill
A tilt in squeaky grass
Baskets of muscle
Bone barrels pass
Hear the spider spin
Listen for the singing tracks
Wanna sound like a clearing
Blast out awkward cracks
I came apart
Way up high
Splattered on
The film of sky
Warm sun
On my flapping face
Sweeping for
A trail or a trace