Из альбома: Frames
I ran a trail of fire through the meadow paths
Guided by the river banks, trees from which they'll have me hang
Keep running away from the fire
Keep running away from the light ‘til it’s gone
Are all our summers at one with the ground?
And everything I loved you for, A trail of fire from the door
That leads me to a hiding place
And locking me inside
And how loud this blade of grass, and how long ‘til eventide
The dark that shroud your loving neighbor, he's the one who lit the paper
While the reason's unexpressed and the sources undetermined
The innocent are voiceless, the voiceless are innocent
Should I cut that middleman, just dig a hole and throw me in
Say a prayer to my loving savior
He's the one who lit the paper
Say a prayer to my loving savior
He's the one who lit the paper
From them I strip the title, extinguished and misused
And all our engraved memories are unsuccessful remedies
I’m sick of papering the cracks, extinguishing the fire tracks
Though flawed by design, I’m torn from the strife
That did pile at the door but is feared no more
Though I once wedded her and her want was to play
As another's arms held took her wanting away
Questions, on top of questions
Don’t think that answers even here
It is too late for me
Unsung Untied Alive
Unsung Untied Alive
Unsung Untied Alive
Unsung Untied Alive
(Merci à Seblapin pour cettes paroles)