Restless night, walking nowhere in the fog at noon
Restless years, whispering through
Very low clouds, very low clouds
Very low clouds, very low clouds
It wakes in me the wound of days
And as dawn breaks bleak, I call to you
Present in the mirror as you comb your hair
Horizons rise
As you rise and bloom
Yes, and tall walls dwindle
Steeple sink into the sea
Old keys
Old locks
Splash of a spring
Great thoughts
Yes, useless people
And they roll and blow away
While the bed was painted
Such a sad refrain
Sad refrain
Sounds my ears have lost
Continued through the rain
Sounds my ears have lost
Continued through the rain
Din oke didnoatively
To sadden my warlike heart
I turned the page
YOKAKE??
you
