when it's dark - Trace Mountains

And there’s nothing left to do

But sit at home and watch the river go

And flow in undertow

Something that I cannot know

I don’t wanna be the one sunbather in your light

Searching for mountains

In the gravel

In the sand

In my hand

Do I fly like the bird, oh oh

I learned that I gave birth to the olden and to the earth

Suing the memory and breathing life into song after song

Oh, ho