White Hinterland No Logic
There is no logic
No reason
No logic at all
To keep holding on
To the hope
You'll turn into
The man I thought you were
I can't sit still
I can't stay in one place too long
Are you comfortable? Are you comfortable?
I'm moving along.
Your voice, though stentorian,
cannot hide the shadow of a doubt
Your thoughts may seem golden now
give them time, time to sort them out
How do you know the name
the name of the one you love?
the name of the one you love?
what does it feel like?
can it make a sound?
what does it sound like?
