آهنگ: Holly Throsby. Under the Town. Under The Town.

Without a sound
My old hound sleeps in the ground
Under the house
Under the town
An arrow is loud
Shivered and stuck in the mouth
And my heart?s an apple ? red, round ? and you shot it out!
You shot it out!
And what do the shot dream about?
A millpond?
A stillborn?
A house?
Where everything sings out?