Milk

Stillness in the rye field Except the peaks of the grass I'm taking my break under the sun I'm laying back under the silk tree Close my eyes, I dream The misty castle green Tower in the trees I dreamt of Genevieve The myth in the mirror's gleam And I leave her behind As the shade rolls in, and my tears turn To feed the chrysalis in the tree beside, ooh Hours in the day Having footsteps on the ridge I'm piling my sand Remembering your face in Orion, ooh I'm on the plateau with my muse He acts the wise woman's keys Laughing in the breeze And I begin to explain Friar's lantern on the wall Candle flames like headlights in the glass Coming down from the furthest pass The sweet essence of the time I left Ooh, ooh Hours in the day Having footsteps on the ridge I'm piling my sand Remembering your face in Orion, ooh And I begin to cross the plain in its flood With my walking stick, I check the depths of my grief Standing as water I must dive down Ooh, ooh, ooh