Someone is calling her shorewards Much likes horses raising dogs will sing to me Hold back the tears in my comfort We move forwards In these pauses, the storm corrodes
Maps of a lift to the scaffold On a nursery floor Begs aloud not to stay Cut from the stone in the quarry This old friend of mine In his silence the storm corrodes
Passed on the second hand slips outwards Born in the curve the song drips endless Thrown out the boy believes the secret Grown up the dogs begin to reach it
