Lyrics:
My father's stories fell upon usFilled us with his lightGospels, fertile mindsTaking root, taking rootHis pocket change would jingleSacramental bellsHeads tucked lowSneaking peaks, sneaking peaksAnd the rain comes downIt's dark, and the brownsBegin to biteHere you will always beBehind me, and you will not go awayThere he sleeps, an untamed landDark corners yet discoveredHis heart yet to beTrod upon, trod uponI can't bare to hear his breathingSimply knowing what's to comeI can't bare to hear your breathingKnowing what's to come