Из альбома: Shadow of a Drought
Lift my limbs, build my bones
Clip my lines, let me go We were holding on, the central sun was setting
Everyone stopped to wonder why
She waited so long
Twenty-four years with her eyes dimming dry
She always felt old
Stung by a hope that was so paralyzed
Wasting time, wasting light
Slake my roots, let them grow
Take my song make it known
We were working hard, the central sun was breaking
Nobody stopped to wonder why
He waited so long
Eighty-four years on a ridge of his own
He never felt old, filled with the secrets of timing and tone
If you fall in line
And if you fake the signs
What a world you would be in If you fall in line
And if you fake the signs
What a world you will be in