Away from the days which embrace us like shells The making of ones that can wander by chance The fathers that left us behind baby elms And others that're taking their own little stances Buckets of rain pepper-trees in toy cups Sprouting their little necks like turtles Right off the train got smothered by a word lapse Wrapped up my silly heart in curtains Away from the days which embrace us like shells The making of ones that can wander by chance The fathers that left us behind baby elms And others that're taking their own little stances Chasing up days sinking down with pauses These rhyming silences of summer Following trains and handful of our causes Leave them on tape, so no one finds them Sprouting their little necks like turtles Wrapped up my little heart in curtains The rhyming silences of summer Leave them on tape, so no one finds them Hide them, so no one ever finds them I'll follow you just point the way Along the river made of clay The oozing clouds they'll be our mom To lead the way and chase a storm We swallow handful bits of sand To learn how ocean sinks the land And crack our muteness like an egs Let it get carried out by clegs