Someone is calling her shorewards Much like horses Raising dogs will sing to me Hold back the tears in my comfort We move forwards In these pauses, the storm corrodes ♪ Maps of a lift to the scaffold On a nursery floor Begs aloud not to stay Cut from the stone in the quarry This old friend of mine In his silence, the storm corrodes ♪ Passed on, the second hand slips outwards Born in the curve, the song drips endless Thrown out, the boy believes the secret Grown up, the dogs begin to reach it