Wind and Walls

Well, 'All is well in order' is what you thought you heard them say
 and so you drifted off to see what's not in yourself
 Light is turning slowly will it lay out on the plains?
 No more nights of what you wrote back then,
 no relief of no rain
 And so, singing songs of rivers tied to accidents within
 and telling people lies of lions, treasures, and kings
 Nothing's more revealing than the dancer and the doubt
 waving to forget what's never gone, always there, never right
 In all these riots of broken sounds
 Like the last voice you heard
 Then you drowned, oh lord
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 You know, this is wind and walls and weathered leaves and tearing sails
 and minnows in your pockets when the rapid's on trails
 this is not the future but I sense it's right up there
 oh, just another hour, another pass, another day anywhere
 In all these riots of broken sounds
 And you sleep on the track every night
 Oh lord
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 And we don't know if your treasure is safe
 where will you be when they find you, son?
 And you know they're always following me
 so when I get there you trust me son, and just leave,
 I'll catch up
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 This is where you're passionate of seasons and their strength
 and this is where you breathe and walk and know they will end
 Light is turning slowly to the hand upon your chest
 so lay it on the plains where there is time, there is love, there is rest
 From all these riots of broken sounds
 When you sleep on the track every night
 Oh lord
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 And we don't know if your treasure is safe
 where will you be when they find you, son?
 And you know they're always following me
 I'll be the best when the silence comes.