Foxes in the Churchyard

“Foxes in the Churchyard”, a Hello Doggo recording.

Tempo: 90 BPM

Song, lyrics, recording and artwork: CC0 1.0.

Foxes in the Churchyard — release page

I saw two foxes in the churchyard
Moving through the graves like ghosts
Their breath was silver in the moonlight
They didn't care that I was close
I'd been walking since the argument
The one where nothing got resolved
Just circling my mind
Watching my certainty dissolve

But something in the way they moved
So unafraid of the dark
Made me want to be an animal
With a simple beating heart

Let me be the foxes in the churchyard
Let me be the frost that doesn't ask
Let me be December without reason
Let me lay my questions down at last
I don't need to know what comes tomorrow
I don't need the answers anymore
Just the moon, the snow, the quiet breathing
Just the ground and stars that soar
Let me be the foxes in the churchyard
Wild and holy to the core

My grandmother is buried here
Third row beneath the oak
She used to say the dead are listening
Every time we spoke
I wonder what she'd tell me now
If stones could hold a tongue
Probably to stop my worrying
Probably to stay young

And I think that's what the foxes know
What the gravestones understand
That the living make it harder
Than we ever need to stand

Let me be the foxes in the churchyard
Let me be the frost that doesn't ask
Let me be December without reason
Let me lay my questions down at last
I don't need to know what comes tomorrow
I don't need the answers anymore
Just the moon, the snow, the quiet breathing
Just the ground and stars that soar
Let me be the foxes in the churchyard
Wild and holy to the core

Christmas morning I'll go back inside
I'll pour the coffee, light the tree
I'll kiss my kids and hold my wife
And try to just be free
But tonight I'm in the churchyard
With the foxes and the dead
With the silence that doesn't judge me
For the things I've done and said
And there's something like forgiveness
In the way the snowflakes fall
Like the world has no opinion
Like the world forgives us all

Let me be the foxes in the churchyard
Let me be the frost that doesn't ask
Let me be December without reason
Let me lay my questions down at last
I don't need to know what comes tomorrow
I don't need the answers anymore
Just the moon, the snow, the quiet breathing
Just the ground and stars that soar
Let me be the foxes in the churchyard
Wild and holy to the core