Wake all my thoughts for I must carry on.
Through mist and bones to find a weary home.
So long to fall as the leaves return,
Sweeping up my past; will the light now start?

Chorus:
When the old days have settled low,
When the time has gone;
I will call from the only place;
From where I have flown...

A curtesy that union ties,
To shelter all the blinding ways.
Revealing what hearts conceal,
And a promise to be healed

My state of folding comes
Buckling under every bridge.
Straying from the only one,
From rivers that will never run