Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn   I can reach so far above my head with my height.   And I feel fit for fight,    With my pace I break out the light,    And the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.      But, so far beyond my pace,   I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside.   And don’t ever call again   I want seven undone days.   A revolt of my force inside.      Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm   as I open my lover’s eyes to see if they still shine.   Though I feel fit for fight,   and my pace can break out the light,   I need more to make me feel all right.      But, so far beyond my pace,   I watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside.   And don’t ever call again   I want seven undone days.   A revolt of my force inside.