I’m awoken each night, there’s something I can feel
That rages in the room and does not leave

There are tracks in the mud, the dirt is rooted up

I wait out in the field for I’ve lost to appear
To spring up from the ground
To spring up through my heels
And the mountains, have they nothing to reveal?

I’m awoken in the night, is it the eel?
I hurl on the carpet, the feeling does not leave

There are tracks in the mud, the dirt is rooted up

I wait out in the field for I’ve lost to appear
To spring up from the ground
To spring up through my heels
And the mountains, have they nothing to reveal?