[Verse 1] I pitch my falls to where my mind is running to I take it my words are getting lost rolling over my tongue There's something living on the bottom Barely breathing through the mud It must be a nightcrawler curling from the sun
[Verse 2] A lovely little walk along the water's edge Past the pinnacle to the mouth Where all of the ghosts live in the slipstream They're swimming for their health It all takes me back to when I was in a moment of love Thirteen miles outside Athenry On the way to my brother's house
[Verse 3] The solar eclipse is traveling to the coast of Oregon The shadows will race over the valleys They'll be tumbling out of the ruts And whatever's breathing on the bottom Bubbling through the crud Might be eased by a dampness When the moon covers usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
