I whisper the tongue--like an old friend
I cherish my time, here--alone
I wait in the eyes of the passing night
To help me laugh brushfires again

By the swallow's sleeve, I'm a new hand
Cutting out the shapes that burn me
I can touch the mouths of these child gods
And these true minds that hurt man

And the will--will go up
To the crashing sails
And the crushing wails
Of my old pen
This wind screams--while I'm asleep
And dreams that these white eyes
Will smile again

I take to the road like an old man
I cherish my time, here--alone
I process the lines of the passing lights
Losing myself, I change my plans

By the western walls--I'm a cursed hand
By the eastern seas--I'm hardly wrong
I can swing myself down from these trees
When I crave a glimpse of wearing sands

I whisper the tongue like an old friend
I cherish my time here alone
I swing myself down from these trees
To help me laugh brushfires again