In A Week

In A Week - Hozier/Karen Cowley

I have never known peace like the damp grass

That yields to me

I have never known hunger like these insects

That feast on me

A thousand teeth and yours among them I know

Our hungers appeased our heart beats becoming slow

We'll lay here for years or for hours

Thrown here or found to freeze or to thaw

So long we'd become the flowers

Two corpses we were two corpses I saw

And they'd find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

After the insects have made their claim

I'll be home with you I'll be home with you

I have never known sleep like this slumber

That creeps to me

I have never known colors like

This morning reveals to me

And you haven't moved an inch such

That I would not know

If you sleep always like this

Flesh calmly going cold

We'll lay here for years or for hours

Your hand in my hand so still and discreet

So long we'd become the flowers

We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep

They'd find us in a week

When the cattle'd show fear

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

I'll be home with you I'll be home with you

And they'd find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

And they'd find us in a week

When the cattle'd show fear

And they'd find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had his say

I'll be home with you I'll be home with you

I'll be home with you I'll be home with you

I'll be home with you I'll be home with you