Between the Antlers Video (MV)

Young boy, troubled house
Waking up on sunday morning
After a night of dreams, solid ground
You don't know what he's been thrown in
Holding thight on memories from far away
Like that voice he used to trust
He still just feels like he did that day
On the day that she asked us
What if the mooses could paint
How would they picture each other
How would they picture their God
And what would they think of the others
Bright frame, grey house
Hanging at the wall on sunday morning
Like looking in a dream, so profound
With the delicate lines she strokes so thin
It's like the head of a moose
The nose and the hooves
And a tiny aureola of light between the antlers
What if the mooses could paint
How would they picture each other
How would they picture their God
And what would they think of the others
What if the mooses could paint
How would they picture each other
How would they picture their God
And what would they think of the others