The Not Real Lake

Awake at dawn

The sky I know is gone

Everywhere I've been

And everything I've seen

Well, each time that I try

To describe just why

Oh, nothing is clear

The world is a mirror

The world is a mirror

And at this magic hour

I'll confuse the power

Of a stolen word

For what is unheard

For what is unheard

But what is certain

Is I am forgetting

And that is a blessing

Angry weather in my head

Angry weather in my head

Angry weather in my head

You know the gentle hunter is fed

So wake up in the night

Take your mindless fight

Go walking in the woods

Go walking in the woods until dawn