Loving The Not Real Lake
Awake at dawn
The sky I know is gone
Everywhere I've been
And everything I've seen
Well each time that I try
To describe just why
Nothing is clear
The world is a mirror
The world is a mirror
And at this magic hour
I'll confuse the power
Of a stolen word
For what is unheard
For what is unheard
But what is certain
Is I am forgetting
And that is a blessing
Angry weather in my head
Angry weather in my head
Angry weather in my head
You know the gentle hunter is fed
So wake up in the night
Take your mindless fight
Go walking in the woods
Until dawn
