To a noisy early morning I give myself to sleep
and shake the cover of this well mounted restrain
and gather mine gather mind.
We've done this once before
yet still it seems freshly dug.
I swear this to my children
I will be a proper guide for my head will be on straight,
my head will be clear.
We've done this twice before
yet still it feels freshly dug.
Shine your light onto my miles of failure
and cast the new dance.
You swear this won't catch with to you,
but who's that on your shoulder?