and in the evening when i come
you'll hear the silence of my strum
the ringing of the thundry drums
with loves for gives from up above (?)

the thirsy person who knows not
the shimmer of a brow that's fraught
we have been blessed with certain thoughts
and speak with very little talk

and in the darkness we will walk
until the day does make us stop
we'll check the belly of the sun
to know exactly where we're from