When she starts to move I can see heaven The flowers agree And blow pedals past But this season there Will be nothing growing Empty it lays In her open hand Make it all a meager dream Someone wake me from my sleep No more counting discarded white livestock Chasing lonely Make it all a meager dream Someone wake me from my sleep No more counting discarded white livestock Chasing empty Seeing her mouth Crest into a smile It's enough to make my My legs give way But this journey you'll Have to take solo Awake in the past Is where I must stay No more counting discarded white livestock Chasing lonely nights