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?