Low Down

Have you heard other guys

In forests as the evening falls?

Truths murmur and remind, and fade away like drown men's faces

Run deep into stern

The light is summery and gold

Words are woven like a gothic fantasy

Somewhere time flows on

Still carryin' us all down to our deaths

Rapid or slow as an old river

Nothing stops it

Though the waters here are bright and still

They bring numb changes to this ever-changing rule

They bring numb changes to this ever-changing rule

The way released from present, future, past

Do nothing here but wait like stranded ghosts

Until the world reclaims  us

He who came, but nothing he remembers

It at least, with gold-slipped colors

And they're hunting a beast

With gold-slipped colors

And they're hunting a beast

Somewhere time flows on

Still carryin' us all down to our deaths

Rapid or slow as an old river

Nothing stops it

Though the waters here are bright and still

They bring numb changes to this ever-changing rule