We Fold Ourselves - Grasscut

I know where I’m going and I know who’s going with me I know who I am now And I

know who’s going with me Like a stream she glimmers onto me

All her lights they shimmer right through me

16 lanes of traffic, stuck

to this ancient hillside

swimmers in a flood

through everything we live by

Like a stream she glimmers onto me

All her lights they shimmer right through me

It’s a long long way

To the end of the estate

Where we climb the plank

To the old dirt way

And full of sounds

my dear

And full of sounds

here

And full of sounds

my dear

And full of sounds

here

Now slides the silent meteor on And leaves a shining furrow Now folds the lily

all her sweetness gone And slips into the bosom of the lake