Landing (Up In The Hills)

the thinner the sleevereth moon
the sweeter their tune becomes
moving across the pods
four girls emerge
from a white creek train
lavender dresses with porcelain sheets
in the woods where
the old dogs cry
laugh and then show 'em your tooth
they're up, they're up
in the hills
they're up, they're up
in the hills
they're up, they're up
in the hills
they're up, they're up
in the hills