all Is Well In Order Is What You Thought You Heard Them Say so You Drifted Off To See Whats 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
singing Songs Of Rivers Tied To Accidents Within telling People Lies Of Lions, Treasures And Kings nothing Is More Revealing Than The Dancer And The Doubt waving To Forget Whats Never Gone, Always There, Never Right
in All These Riots Of Broken Sounds
this Is Wind And Walls And Weathered Leaves And Tearing Sails minnows In Your Pockets When The Rapids On Trails this Is Not The Future But I Sense Its Right Up There just Another Hour, Another Pass, Another Day Anywhere
inside These Riots Of Broken Sounds
we Dont Know If Your Treasure Is Safe where Will You Be When They Find You Son and You Know Theyre Always Following Me so When I Get There You Trust Me Son, And Just Leave, ill Catch Up
this Is Where Youre Passionate Of Seasons And Their Strength 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
we Dont Know If Your Treasure Is Safe where Will You Be When They Find You Son and You Know Theyre Always Following Me ill Be Your Best When The Silence Comes