Wind and Walls

Well, All is well in order is what you thought you heard them say
and so you drifted off to see whats 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 rainAnd so, singing songs of rivers tied to accidents within
and telling people lies of lions, treasures, and kings
Nothing's more revealing than the dancer and the doubt
waving to forget whats never gone, always there, never rightIn all these riots of broken sounds
Like the last voice you heard
Then you drowned, oh lordYou know, this is wind and walls and weathered leaves and tearing sails
and minnows in your pockets when the rapids on trails
this is not the future but I sense its right up there
oh, just another hour, another pass, another day anywhereIn all these riots of broken sounds
And you sleep on the track every night
Oh lordAnd we dont know if your treasure is safe
where will you be when they find you, son?
And you know theyre always following me
so when I get there you trust me son, and just leave,
Ill catch upThis is where youre passionate of seasons and their strength
and 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 restFrom all these riots of broken sounds
When you sleep on the track every night
Oh lordAnd we dont know if your treasure is safe
where will you be when they find you, son?
And you know theyre always following me
Ill be the best when the silence comes.