Eighth Cognition/All You've Left - Six Organs Of Admittance

Take yourself down to the field

Count your hours till 3

All you’ve left is all you love

All you’ll never be

Bring yourself down to the stream

Wash away what’s on

Don’t go down to where you live

Till everything’s been sown

Do not see what’s in a look

Your eyes locked inside

Told everyone you’ve disappeared

Seen your face at night

If we put our oar in boat

Then we’ll do ok

Cast ourselves as bitter love

From a lonesome day

Take yourself away from here

Tell the dunn where you been

All you’ve left

All you’ve loved

All you’ll never be

All you’ll never be