This, this is And this, this is Banjo blues, confused train Track me down And this, this is And this, this is Lanterns strung on wolves letting out howls Burning leaves, leaving me smoky And bats hang from The tired eyes in the hills of holes To my high heaven Where my twin'll take my hand Where my twin'll drink my vein Where my twin'll drag me down Where my twin'll feel the same And where my twin'll grab my mane And ride me wild into that higher heaven And this, this is And this, this is Settling down in our heads But we thought it was rain Now we're fighting the snow And chewing on these grains But we still don't know How to sew our seeds back to the ground So I'll need my twin to take my hand Need my twin to drink my vein Need my twin to drag me down Need my twin to feel the same I'll need my twin to grab my mane And ride me wild into that higher heaven High, higher heaven High, higher heaven High, higher heaven I want my twin to take my hand Want my twin to drink my vein Want my twin to drag me down Want my twin to feel the same I want my twin to grab my mane And ride me wild into that higher heaven This, this is And this, this is Banjo blues, confused train Track me down