Written by Mark Linkous

LYRICS
Every hair on your head is counted
You are worth hundreds of sparrows
A tree you planted has become fecund
With kamikaze hummingbirds
Her wings of hundreds of beats per second
Of people whose wings are just a blur
Afraid our eyes might become impaled
By their sharp and tiny beaks
I’m so sorry
My spirit’s rarely in my body
It wanders through the dry country
Looking for a good place to rest
Your head upon my chest
And I can feel the pillow of your breast
You are worth hundreds of sparrows

CREDITS
Sophie Michalitsianos: Cello
Scott Minor: Drums
Mark Linkous: Voice, all other instruments

PRODUCTION
Produced and recorded by Mark Linkous at Static King
Drums and cello recorded at Church
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Masterdisk

RELEASES
Hundreds Of Sparrows
Good Morning Spider
Hundreds Of Sparrows [Video Remix]
Sparklehorse: Short Film Directed By Garine Torossian