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Wake and behold the Lark in your clothing That can’t make it out You found it boring These waves all unmooring Ships in the sound Coastal lights And hotel wine Watered-down Olden rites That still don’t quite Figure out What now? We could be holy Or maybe we’re only Haunting your house And burnt in your mouldings Our words writ in mourning Heard from without A father’s lies In altar wine Watered-down Squandered time And all our shrines Letras de cancionesNever found There’s a sound Like a railroad comin’ Always westward runnin’ From the rising sun and There’s a sound Like the fall of summer Like a call of thunder ‘fore the rains wash under There’s a sound like There’s a sound like But I don’t quite like Feeling like this There’s a sound like There’s a sound like But I don’t quite like Feeling like this From Letras Mania