Lyrics:

Must've been forces
That took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses
That I've been in
But them the main closest
Hark! it gives meaning mine
I cannot really post this
Ah feel the signs
I worried bout rain
And I worried bout lightning
But I watched them off
To the light of the morning
Marking the slope
Slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it in

Oh, the old modus
Out to be leading live
Said, comes the old ponens
Demit to strive
A word about Gnosis
It ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts
Or weigh to find
I hurry bout shame
And I worry bout a worn path
And I wander off
Just to come back home
Turning to waltz
Hold high in the lowlands
Cause the days have no numbers
It harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lamb

So I can depose this
Partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can't hold shit
How high I've been
What a river don't know is
To climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses
Or stay behind

I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off how long I'd last
Sore-ring to cope
Whole band on the canyon
Cause the days have no numbers
Well it harms, it harms me, it harms, I'll let it in