Here today the red sky tells his tale,. But the only listening eyes are mine. There is peace amongst the hills,. And the night will cover all my pride..
The silent sun that never shines. She is the warmth of my lonely heart. The motion of a turning wheel. Can't you stop it and look around. Baby, you feel so close.
I heard the old man tell his tale:. . Tinker, alone within a storm. And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree. Seven stones. Lay on the ground.
Veiling the nightshade bride stalks a flower revealed. Nearing the hour make haste to their threshold concealed. . Lost in thought in search of vision.