He don't show much these days It gets so fucking cold I loved his secret places But I can't go anymore "you change like sugar cane" Says my northern lad I guess you go too far When pianos try to be guitarsAnd if you could see me now Said if you could see me now…
Before Lord God made the sea and the landhe held all the stars in the palm of his handand they ran through his fingers like grains of sandand one little star fell aloneAnd the Lord God hunted through the white night airfor the little dark star in the wind down thereand he stated and promisedhe…