I've Been Walking, Pt. 2a - Gazpacho

Hang on if you’re not done

A sycamore tree

A sycamore tree

Call and the scarecrow comes

A sycamore tree

As sick as can be

After the sun has gone

A sycamore tree

As sick as can be

Third day’s the unsettling one

A sycamore tree

A trick and a treat

Turn the screw

I needed you to heal

The heathen morning

Hazel blonde

Climbed to the top of the ever growing tower

There she told me

The secret of the

Nameless lives

She had written

The stone dance through

The gates of time

Where the leaves will

Chime for the missing

«Have you news of my boy Jack?»

«Not this tide.»

«When d’you think that he’ll come back?»

«Not this tide.»

«Has any one else had word of him?»

«Not this tide.»

«When d’you think that he’ll come back?»

«Not this tide.»

Lay down here, now

Rest your head

The day has passed now

Sleep beneath our memories

«Has any one else had word of him?»

«Not this tide.»