bow your head, bite your tongue
the clear is here and gone
my mind is made and i will
see you on
a hillside taken out
a venture taken south
tell me what to do when i fall
alone the next time
so
good friend
we've reached
the heart of all of it
is it so sacred
or can we live it down
my love
there is
no time for everything
is it so sacred
or can we tear it out
silent soldiers sleep
arms in wax, shoulder deep
the thought that keeps them running
just holds them down
a summer, half a life
no rest could put it right
please tell me what you see
when you look into these marbled eyes
there, the beginning
when we said,
do you ever wonder
what lies down there?