the nether edge

Pj Harvey

March wull sarch, Eäpril wull try
Mäy u ll tell if you ll live or die
March wull sarch, Eäpril wull try
Mäy u ll tell if you ll live or die

Buds a-break and milchi seeps
Heady in the meadows
Chalky children on the steep
Baskets full of shadows

Gapmouth spins a rattle song
The air s an upturned ocean
Swift s an axe hurled in the gloam
Splits the Riddle open

Now it looks it almost zounds
Wordle zircles wider
With the silence upside down
Horse atop the rider

Quaterevil takes a wife
Chilver meets her maker
As the grindstone turns the knife
O er Eleven Acres

Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden

Femboys in the forest find
Figs of foul freedom
Where the old you left behind
Valls through nether-Eden

So some must watch
While some must sleep
So runs the wordle s way
A not-girl zweal-ed at the stake
A-births the end of May