i whisper the tongue like an old friend   i cherish my time here alone   i wait in the eyes of the passing nights,   to help me laugh brushfires again   by the swallows sleeve, i'm a new hand   cutting out the shapes that burn me   i can touch the mouths of these child gods   and these true minds that hurt man      and the will will go up   to the crashing sails   and the crushing wails   of my old pan   this wind screams while i'm asleep   and dreams that these white eyes   will smile again      and the will will go up   to the crashing sails   and the crushing wails   of my old pan   this wind screams while i'm asleep   and dreams that these white eyes   will smile again      i take to the road like an old man   i cherish my time here alone   i process the lines of the passing lights   losing myself, i change my plans      by the western walls, i'm a cursed hand   by the eastern seas, i'm hardly wrong   i can swing myself down from these trees   when i crave a glimpse of weary sands      i whisper the tongue like an old friend   i cherish my time here alone   i swing myself down from these trees   to help me laugh brushfires again