Wandering Lake - Harp Unstrung Lyrics

In the droughted days that follow when your question stalls the mind
I'd cut the strings from the harpists device
For a harp unstrung is but a frame for the thumb
As it dances its cultural slide

What's back there? What's hidden? What leavings might you give
A few flakes of gold fragments collected in the sieve
O the 49ers still are all waiting at the mill
Drinking 'neath the moonshine

I take a terrifying step across benevolent shade
Without color or sound in any familiar way
Noise has never been othered nor severed before
As coil, either nylon nor gut

In the droughted days that follow when your question stalls the mind
I'd cut the strings from the harpists device
For a harp unstrung is but a frame for the thumb
As it bows, not knowing to what