[Verse 1]

I pitch my falls to where my [?] running to

I take it my words are getting lost rolling over my tongue

There’s something living on the bottom, barely breathing through the mud

It must be a night crawler, curling from the sun



[Verse 2]

I love a little walk along the water’s edge, passed the pinnacle to the mouth

Where all of the ghosts live in a slipstream, they’re swimming for their health

It all takes me back to when I was in a moment of love

Thirteen miles outside Athenry, on the way to my brother’s house



[Verse 3]

The solar eclipse is travelling to the coast of Oregon

Their shadows will race over the valleys, every [?]

And whatever’s breathing on the bottom, bubbling through the [?]

It might be East by [?], when the moon comes out