this, this isnand this, this isnbanjo blues, confused trainntrack me downnand this, this isnand this, this isnlaterns strung on wolves letting out howlsnburning leaves, leaving me smokynand bats hang fromnthe tired eyes in the hills of holesnto my high heavennnwhere my twin'll take my handnwhere my twin'll drink my veinnwhere my twin'll drag me downnwhere my twin'll feel the samenand where my twin'll grab my manenand ride me wild into that higher heavennnand this, this isnand this, this isnsettling down in our headsnbut we thought it was rainnnow we're fighting the snownand chewing on these grainsnbut we still don't knownhow to sew our seeds back to the groundnnso i'll need my twin to take my handnneed my twin to drink my veinnneed my twin to drag me downnneed my twin to feel the sameni'll need my twin to grab my manenand ride me wild into that higher heavennhigh, higher heavennhigh, higher heavennhigh, higher heavennni want my twin to take my handnwant my twin to drink my veinnwant my twin to drag me downnwant my twin to feel the sameni want my twin to grab my manenand ride me wild into that higher heavennnthis, this isnand this, this isnbanjo blues, confused trainntrack me down