| Ive been travelin, flyin on south again |
| how, how could it be? |
| it seems as though a moment ago |
| I as reaping the seeds that I stole |
| the morning blows quickly through |
| afternoon follows through |
| how am I to get these things done |
| time stays, and counted by the days |
| illuming in ominous shade |
| worries been breaking and bringing me down |
| countin all the the times that I fall |
| when my time comes I wont be countin at all |
| I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes |
| but it falls light as a feather in my back in the night |
| then you said meet me there |
| how do I get from here |
| where, where I belong |
| aint such like findin the sign to get home |
| its buildin your house on the stone |
| worries been breaking and bringing me down |
| countin all the the times that I fall |
| when my time comes I wont be countin at all |
| I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes |
| but it falls light as a feather in my back in the night |
| your house it will cover you but the rain still falls outside |
| your light it dont shine cause its hidden under a bed |
| why do you hide, under a bed |