I pitch my falls to where my (?) running to I take it my words are getting lost rolling over my tongue There's something living on the Bottom, barely breathing through the mud It must be a night crawler, curling from the sun I love a little walk along the water's Edge, passed the pinnacle to the mouth Where all of the ghosts live in a Slipstream, they're swimming for their health It all takes me back to when I was in a moment of love Thirteen miles outside Athenry, on the way to my brother's house The solar eclipse is travelling to the coast of Oregon Their shadows will race over the valleys, every (?) And whatever's breathing on the bottom, bubbling through the (?) It might be East by (?), when the moon comes out