Lost of tears and omen Season of the fall I'm too quietly watching The light, white-feathered birds of yours Trembling like the autumn leaves And I will be in water till through Bind me in your arms Bind me in your loneliest dream For whatever lives is lonelier than the ocean For whatever breathe is quieter than the seashore Bind me in your arms Bind me in your loudest fear For the sun is not near, drawn pale through the river For whatever's killed, is dying with the hours For whatever's filled, is drawing hole upon holes Rain runs through the rafter And I could hear you cry I'm still quietly watching The light, white-feathered birds of yours Trembling like the southern wind And I will be in water till through Bind me in your arms Bind me in your loneliest dream For whatever lives is lonelier than the ocean For whatever breathe is quieter than the seashore Bind me in your arms Bind me in your loudest fear For the sun is not near, drawn pale through the river For whatever's killed, is dying with the hours For whatever's filled, is drawing hole upon holes