Wind and Walls

Well, 'All is well in order' is what you thought you heard them say and so you drifted off to see what's not in yourself Light is turning slowly will it lay out on the plains? No more nights of what you wrote back then, no relief of no rain And so, singing songs of rivers tied to accidents within and telling people lies of lions, treasures, and kings Nothing's more revealing than the dancer and the doubt waving to forget what's never gone, always there, never right In all these riots of broken sounds Like the last voice you heard Then you drowned, oh lord You know, this is wind and walls and weathered leaves and tearing sails and minnows in your pockets when the rapid's on trails this is not the future but I sense it's right up there oh, just another hour, another pass, another day anywhere In all these riots of broken sounds And you sleep on the track every night Oh lord And we don't know if your treasure is safe where will you be when they find you, son? And you know they're always following me so when I get there you trust me son, and just leave, I'll catch up This is where you're passionate of seasons and their strength and this is where you breathe and walk and know they will end Light is turning slowly to the hand upon your chest so lay it on the plains where there is time, there is love, there is rest From all these riots of broken sounds When you sleep on the track every night Oh lord And we don't know if your treasure is safe where will you be when they find you, son? And you know they're always following me I'll be the best when the silence comes.