True Adventures

Turgid calls the winter charge True adventures of awaking hearts Nights are overwhelmed by gloom We will see foxes in the moon Valleys drop, mountains rise Lift your head, brave the skies All of the forgotten names Lakes are forming on the pockets of your brain And there in the distant glow A shadow on shadow At once so strong and weak In the sunken lines they speak You think it's gone, my friend But it comes back again Senescence or senility How long until you sleep? Discarded for all it's worth Now it's quiet under this fresh earth Valleys drop, mountains rise Lift your head, brave the skies You think it's gone, my friend But it comes back again And there is a final cry A whimper and a sigh And what was fast is slow And what was brass is gold Valleys drop, mountains rise Lift your head, brave the skies You think it's gone, my friend But it comes back again You think it's gone, my friend But it comes back again