Down beneath these tangled roots There lies a truth not as clean As it seems up here
And in the outbuildings Unattended and austere I fear I’ll become unclear Oh I fear I’ll become unclear
I was all out of fight Then the dark came down but no cavalry arrived And those ne’er-do-wells love a sacrifice But you don’t scare me
Underneath these over hangs there lives a fear not as clear As it seems up here And rivulets at great length Form tiny landscapes over years I’ll become unclear Oh I fear I’ll become unclear
And some people believe that they’re the only ones That have a stirring in their hearts that they can’t name But not all hearts will fall apart or come undone But it’s that stirring in our hearts that we can’t name That keeps us all the same
