歌词
nights were spent waiting for days
back in the brown times
and there in the rising midwinter's sun
was abraham's ram caught in the thicket
and what appeared
was told in turbulence on the water
when she was near
there could be no home apart from this
but now its gone, long gone-
when I look out across a clearing
it is obscured
out on an ocean dark and vast
two fishes tied, at alpha are bound
waving a pole and waking the dead
the goatherder turned the shining stars
and so turned she,
and there awoke a staring eye
but not a mouth-
I'd become as passerby
O in a world long gone
she waits, she waits for me
horizons sing
I saw her last
in a hazy, dark, and crowded room
stramlined and fast
shameless with everyone
and when the last song's playing
here she comes, carring a pitcher
to fill the flood
