I will return here one day And dig up my boots from the clay I buried nails and strings and hair And that old tooth I believe was a bear's I held my hand in the fire It burned me down to the wires Blood suckers hide beneath my bed In black fumes of sleep so gently bled Slept with a cat on my breast Slowing my heart, stealing my breath At sunrise the monkeys will fly And leave me with pennies in my eyes I will return here one day And dig up my boots from the clay I buried nails and strings and hair And that old tooth I believe was a bear's At sunrise the monkeys will fly And leave me with pennies in my eyes R.I.P Mark Linkous (1962-2010)