swing Low In Dark Glass Hour you Turn To Cower see It Turn To Dust
move On A Stone Dark Night we Take To Flight snowfall Turns To Rust
seam In A Fusing Mine like A Nursing Rhyme fat Man Starts To Fall
year In A Hostile Place i Hear Your Face start To Call
and If You Think That I've Been Loosing My Way that's Because I'm Slightly Blinded if You Think That I Don't Make To Much Sense, that's Because I'm Broken Minded but Don't Keep It... inside if You Believe It don't Keep It All Inside
strong Words In A Ganges Sky i Have To Lie shadows Moves In Pairs
ring Out From A Bursied Postcard in The Shooting Yard looking Through The Tears
out Of The Black Slate Time we Move In Line but Never Reach An End
fall In A Long Stray Town as The Ice Comes Down rivers Start To Bend