Stow it away for words for dream
Took the nerve for unseen, feeling it go untrue
For a say what is true of chaos in too
Then in the quiet it calls again
In our world in our time
give it all miles away lives alone at the wildest day
and then were taken home
Settled words were gone again were called upon
And down to the lake where the last we go
I was not laid those down below
Oh they been wait
the fall and the row with the trap show failing from
Presence from upon
Harrow winds and falls upon the highs and low
For the side, down to the window
For the side, down to the way on
For the side, down to the window
For the side, down to the way on