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 way on