I lost a place that I loved
It disappeared into the woods (where it belonged)
That cool spot
On a sun parched ridge
That watery pool, where the animals drunk
Do you hear that sound
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze
That’s what our brother believed
It was the land
The land of milk and honey
That you just watched
Being pummeled like putty
Come back to haunt
All things are two
Come back to test
As long as it’s new
I’m tired of talk
I’m tired of news
Hear the herd
Herd the herd
Sleep on whatever you do
Do you hear that sound
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze
That’s where our mother lived
Would you tell her now
The worth of tiny things
The gather round
Untie and end that’s sealed
That’s sealed
In this vast space it’s always sealed
We won’t see
All the debris we’re certain to leave
Do you hear that sound
Do you hear that sound
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze
That’s why our mother believed
Believed
Would you tell her now (believed)
Would you tell her now
What would she say (believed)
The works of tiny things
Sell the stars, two by two
Just like sheep with a sail behind you (believed)
On and on, on and on when will it stop
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