Wind and Walls

‘All is well in order’ is what you thought you heard them say So you drifted off to see what’s not in yourself Light is turning slowly will it lay out on the plains? No more nights of what you wrote back then No relief of no rain Singing songs of rivers tied to accidents within Telling people lies of lions, treasures and kings Nothing is more revealing than the dancer and the doubt Waving to forget what’s never gone, always there, never right In all these riots of broken sounds This is wind and walls and weathered leaves and tearing sails Minnows in your pockets when the rapid’s on trails This is not the future but I sense it’s right up there Just another hour, another pass, another day anywhere Inside these riots of broken sounds We don’t know if your treasure is safe Where will you be when they find you son? And you know they’re always following me So when I get there you trust me son, and just leave I’ll catch up This is where you’re passionate of seasons and their strength This is where you breathe and walk and know they will end Light is turning slowly to the hand upon your chest So lay it on the plains where there is time, there is love, there is rest From all these riots of broken sounds We don’t know if your treasure is safe Where will you be when they find you son? And you know they’re always following me I’ll be your best when the silence comes