Pale Sun Rose

North coast swells

I feel it when the cold comes in

Run red deer

They'll need you when they hunt your skin

Evening came

To the corners of my mind again

Cold and clean

A ringin' on an open plain

Pale sun rose

A shimmer on the dusty morn

Wheel will turn

Spinnin' and my past will burn

But it seems so long

My friend

My memory

Is all but gone

Back to my whispering