Sparrow On The Horn

What's the sound now?
A sparrow on the horn.
Approaching on the horn.
The marrow of the Moon.
Drills encircle
And gather up the corn.
The only place it's found-
The sparrow at the Moon.
Never trust the old people that you know.
Or anyone you love.
Whenever you go I'm spinning real slow.
Until I'm gonna find you.
How many months now have gone and you won't say?
The Earth is far away and the branches might back up.
You're never captured.
Nothing to hang up.
Nothing to look upon.
Nothing to hold on.
The worst has come and come.
To see how far along-
The sparrow ate the Moon.
Whenever you make a center to revolve-
Hey I'm gonna love to.
Follow the full until I really wake up.
I really want to.
A place to howl.
You are gonna love to.