Groans Plains Bleak And saving Then be gone Untouched by answers The breath is swaying The body is waiting There on a sailing through sands Did you write this song of forever? You’re gone and you've answered your prayers The rise of courage is here
Bees And a touch in the heat Now is that what your freed? And your blaming of waiting I know I am sailing to woe
Firm stand On the line and your days are blown off Then go to the saint Who’ll confess to your fate Birth and waiting and praying and dirt Will come surely Now that sails are all bare Our lives will be spared for now And again And the truth that you waived And the loner you hailed And the bell that you face The bell that awaits Then crawl by the stairs Home by the lake And still you're lazy Lazy There on the lake Round the beckoning flame Through the waters that ache For the traitor you became And you burn down the luckiest day of your life
And so The pain in the hole The crumbling of stones And the cracking of rocks And burning the pagans The burn you're awaiting You go and you melt On the brink of your craving And lay On the side that will be life of the day Only then
Away Don’t say you bother The pace will slow down And the body will smother And save all the rave and freezing of time And pray And for the sake of it's over The time will go slower As we touch and go And the pity you saved And the truth that you waived And the bell that you face The bell that awaits And again Fall You’ll bow and lower The river will flow and the distance will shorten And then The sign of the north The walk back and forth And sleep will arise and awake